An unconventional sleuth - a meditating Sufi psychic with no control over her powers - a paranormal kitten - a dead body. Will Riza be able to figure out the killer before it is too late?

I recognized "John Doe" the moment the coroner pulled him out of the morgue's fridge.

If only I could also figure out why he had desperately been calling me a few days before he took his one-way trip to oblivion. Or so I thought . . . until his ghost returned to haunt me in my meditation sessions.

Hello, I am Riza Strong, a twenty-three-year-old occasional psychic, and my visions of the dead person are giving me a terrible time.
Until recently, the only good thing in my life was perhaps my cute kitten, Misty. And I am lucky to have great mentors at the Odd Puzzle Club - a bunch of genius retired ladies who love solving puzzles.

After being fired recently from an FBI internship, all I wanted to do was to sit back and relax in my Boston area apartment.

Unlike most psychics, who actually know how to handle their powers, my powers have a life of their own. Others can meet ghosts, can have visions whenever they touch objects. I have no control over when my powers work, and no idea why do I have them.
Now, faced with a dead body in an unfamiliar State border town, I have to figure out how to convince the police that the man was murdered, as well as exonerate him and find the murderer before the case is closed forever or I am kicked out of the town. My visions just come and go. And they are not helping at all!