“You’re dead.”
“I am?”
“Up there.” Clarissa nodded toward the upper story of the George, which was no longer there due to the building’s collapse. Further evidence of Rose’s demise was that she looked elegant and cool despite the brutal heat. Her ghost shimmered in an effortless Armani white linen skirt and jacket with a ruffled blouse of the palest green, which offset her deep red hair to perfection. Of course, Rose Ramson would look elegant even in off-the-rack Gap.
“I was afraid that you were…” Rose’s remarkably realistic ghost nodded upward. “I was running late.”
“Hunter?”
“I tried his phone. It goes straight to voicemail. He’ll silence the ring, but he never shuts off his phone. It would only go directly to voicemail if his phone was out of a reception area,” she swallowed visibl
