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It was a simple job: keep surveillance on the minister’s wife until she went safely to bed. Then all hell broke loose.
The death of the wife of Chicago’s most beloved televangelist is only the beginning: someone is homiciding their way through the congregation of the Temple of Majesty Church. Thanks to his eager young secretary, Private Eye Nod Blake—an aging throwback to a bygone era of detecting on the mean streets, a dinosaur who never got the memo he was extinct, who sometimes thinks he’s Bogart, George Raft, and Lee Marvin rolled into one—has been dumped in the middle of it all, on his head. The resulting injuries seem to have opened a door to the hereafter. Blake believes dead people are talking to him. Are the victims really begging the last gumshoe for help from the other side of the grave? Or has he lost his friggin’ mind?
When his nemesis, Detective Lieutenant Wenders, finds evidence that Blake is the murderer, the private eye’s life becomes a great big soup sandwich.
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