- When a man drops dead in Harry's office, Harry is led to investigate a complex murder plot with ties to Bob's past.
- Kelton Franks came into my office saying that he had a premonition that he was gonna die.
And then he dropped dead.
Murphy took the body away, and I figured that was it. Butters, the medical examiner, said it was a heart attack.
Then the widow Nancy came by. She wanted to know why Kelton came to see me, and got more and more agitated
And then she dropped dead.
Murphy ordered an autopsy on Nancy, but Det. Kirmani came back from the funeral home with ashes. Kelton had been cremated.
Luckily, I didn't need solid remains. I snuck off with a few ashes and had Bob determine whose they were. To our surprise, they belonged to an old woman.
I tracked down the mortician, who admitted that Kelton's body was taken by someone from the coroner's office, whose description matched that of Butters's new assistant, Sharon.
With the money Sharon used to bribe the mortician, I cast a tracking spell, and found myself in suburbia. And who's in the house I break into?
Kelton Franks.
Except he never met me and he wasn't Kelton. So I zapped him and brought him back to the office. His ID said he was Paul Woods. Turned out that he'd also been having premonitions about his own death. Murphy had some more news: Sharon had worked in coroner's offices all over, including Atlanta and Tallahassee.
Kelton's fingerprints got two matches, one in Atlanta, one in Tallahassee, different names but Kelton's face on both driver's licenses, and both dead. And each listed a wife as next of kin They all looked like Nancy. It was a life-insurance scam: Create IDs, kill the husband, collect the money, and move on.
Bob had a revelation of his own: Paul had been resurrected several times using black magic.
When we went back to Paul/Kelton, we found him dead. Again. Only this time, he was stabbed. Also Nancy's body was gone from the morgue, and the Woods house was torched. Sharon was tying up loose ends.
So when Sharon and Nancy broke into my office, I thought they'd try to kill me. Instead, they hit me with a drug and told me I was Jerry Tilden.
I woke up in Milwaukee, Nancy serving me breakfast in bed, complete with magicked orange juice to make me suggestible. I threw it in Nancy's face, and held her off until Murphy and the Milwaukee PD showed up, tipped off by Bob.
It turned out that Bob's insight was personal. His use of that same ol' black magic was what got him sentenced to life in a skull for eternity.
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