About This Book
A funny thing happened to real estate agent Annie Edelstein Dowd on the way to finally making it with a gorgeous guy. She died...
But wait--it gets better. I'm back...as a ghost, no less. The worst part? (Besides my drowning during the Sands Point party of the year.) I have no way to do a little post-life kibbitizing with my ex-husband, Frank, he of the goyim name (my mother got over it), the twinkling blue eyes (I never got over him), and the insatiable curiosity (did I mention he's an investigative reporter?).
The only person who is getting the message is Charlene, the cop assigned to figure out who pushed me into a pool and why. (I was murdered? Who knew?) Now I've got to help Frank and Charlene find my killer. And the kicker is, I just realized I'm still in madly in love with my ex--who's still carrying a torch for me.
Suddenly, things are making as much sense as a bagel with cream cheese and ham. Somewhere out there, probably in Queens, is a murderer, and all I want is to cozy up to Frank. It's crazy. It's kooky. It's a little creepy. But hey, where there's a will, there's a way...and any woman who's managed to hold on to a rent-controlled one-bedroom can handle just about anything. Or die trying. Well, you know what I mean...
