Principles of Spookology (The Spectral Files, #2)

by S.E. Harmon

We may strangle each other to death, but then we want to be buried next to one another.

He looked away so fast, his eyeballs probably caught whiplash.

“Upset enough to bludgeon them to death, stuff them in a trunk, and push that trunk in the lake?” Danny raised an eyebrow. “I know she’s probably taking vitamins, but even Centrum Silver has its limits.”

He was about as smooth as extra-crunchy peanut butter.

The car’s hot leather and wood-grain accents delightedly burned my everything. Even my scalp prickled in the stifling heat; I almost expected my follicles to start popping like hot popcorn.