He risks his life if he has to, he's done it over and over. It wasn't about his salary, maybe Detective Burgess aka "Bull" was strung on being the best. Simply that. The arrogant and rude bastard solved crimes in days at the most, BUT when he was at one of the most grotesque murder scene with his only real evidence being a manuscript for a novel, things changed. As he read the unfinished novel, it had written in it an exacting murder scene as the one he was looking at. The scene in the novel was exacting to the tee. He's never seen anything like this before and grows more than perturbed. Why would someone document their own murder in a novel, unless it’s a ghostwriter, right? When another crime scene turn ups with another manuscript for a novel with a murder scene exactly like another that he was called to again this ghostwriter serial murderer drives Detective Burgess into a wall of defeat as he can no longer solve this one. Whoever the killer is, is fifteen steps ahead of him. Maybe Burgess isn't the best after all? Well, not under his watch. Sleepless nights at the station without baths and shaving, obsessed with chasing a ghost, a ghostwriter, who already has all the other police thinking that Detective Burgess is turning into a nut case and finally outwitted with a mystery on his hands that he will never solve. Who the hell is this freaking ghostwriter? This book contains harsh language, and mature content not intended for under eighteen.