How can any self-respecting, slightly clumsy, highly caffeinated private eye pass up a dare? Short answer, she can't. Now up I'm a certain creek trying to figure out how to live without coffee for an entire week! With my mood sour, my temper frazzled, and my patience long gone, how am I meant to deal with this? And by this, I mean the dead body on my front lawn. Before I can say double espresso, I've got a ghost...