Jaqie Shanahan’s roommate and best friend, Jeep McBain, wins the statue for best screenplay. And disappears.
Murdered? An accident? Fear of success? Whatever the reason, her fun-loving, womanizing, self-centered Jeep McBain vanishes without a trace—without even a good-bye.
One year later, Jaqie has a successful screenplay of her own, and finds a new best friend in Madrille Keiser, Hollywood’s biggest star. But without Jeep to share in her success, Jaqie realizes it’s time to take a break. Time to come to grips with the hard truth that Jeep is forever gone.
Turns out, she’s only half-right.
Jaqie, her dog, and her gecko sail away for a working vacation in the Caribbean. She and her little tribe anchor offshore and decide it’s a great day to take the dinghy and do some old-fashioned beachcombing for seashells—like the pictures in the brochure.
What they find is a dead guy in a great suit bobbing just shy of high tide, and a sort-of-dead guy in baggy shorts and a Hawaiian shirt chasing seagulls off the body.
Jeep McBain may not be alive and well in Puerto Rico, but his ghost is.
And he’s engaged.
“Jaqie, her name is Clarice. She’s real. Like me, real. We’re going to spend the rest of whatever this is,” he outlined his transparent torso, “together. We like all the same things. Plus, we were both bludgeoned to death. How great is that?”
But, first …
Jaqie must find out who murdered Jeep and the love of his afterlife so the happy couple can Move On.
Jaqie can convince the chief of police that she did not kill Jeep. That she can keep the killers from killing her. That she can get the job done without Madrille’s head of security, Paul Bracken, getting in her way and under her skin. Constantly. Paul with the sea-green eyes and hair that is way too long and far too unruly for former military.
None of which is listed in the brochure about seashells.