Last Call. A Cassiel Clarke Mystery, #3

When the man lumbers up to the bar counter with its blinking, colored lights and shiny tinsel, Cass seriously considers dumping her good scotch right down his shirt. All Cass wants: a bit of quiet, a chance to wallow. Especially considering her actual date went tromping off with her crazy, psychic grandmother to a graveyard to deal with a pesky ghost-or two. No graveyard for Cass. No getting involved in the family business, either.
But not only heart-lonely women visit bars. Some patrons, long gone, just keep on visiting..."Last Call, " another story in the riveting world of Cassiel Clarke and her reluctant ghost-gifts. A story of longing, sass, and persistent ghosts wearing Santa suits who refuse to close out their tabs.