BOOK TWO: HISSES, HEARSES, AND CURSES

The return trip to the animal hospital had been a bust. My note to Cass's ghost was gone. Even the flowers I bought her at the gift shop were missing. Weird. Feeling defeated, I'd gone back home.

As soon as I walked into my apartment, Studmuffin took one look at me from the window seat and flopped over on his back.

"Come here," he said begrudgingly.

"Yay!" I swooped in for a belly rub, which was exactly what I needed. His ...