Dead, snarky heroine? Check.
Dead, sarcastic BFF? Check.
Murdered ghost stuffed in a locker? Check.
Death is not what Bridget Sway expected. Not at all.
The afterlife is a mess of bureaucracy littered with nonsensical rules. It's a fashion disaster for a uniform and a job that doesn't pay. It's a heinous communal living situation with housemates who have no concept of privacy or personal space. And it's a handsome parole officer who is a stickler for those nonsensical rules that no one has bothered to explain.
As if all of that wasn't bad enough, someone has stuffed a dead ghost in her locker . . . and the afterlife police are ready to pin the murder on her.
