Dead bodies are killing people. Showing up at crime scenes with murder weapons in their hands. Someone has to figure out what’s going on, and that someone is me.
I’m Jake Fletcher. I always said I’d make a name for myself, but I never expected that name to be on a tombstone. Still, I mustn’t grumble. Since I became a ghost I’ve found my calling, helping the souls of murder victims depart this plane by bringing their killers to justice. This case has me stumped though, after all, how can I be expected to show a killer justice when they're already dead?