Some secrets are buried deep. Others refuse to stay dead.

Jack Morgan is a private investigator hanging onto sobriety by a thread. His office smells of stale coffee and regret, but his demons aren't just in the bottle. They are standing right in front of him.

Jack has a "gift" he never asked for: he sees the dead.

When a desperate widow calls him at 2:00 AM about her missing husband, the police see a routine disappearance. But Jack tastes copper in his mouth-the unmistakable sign that a ghost is nearby. The trail leads him not to a kidnapper, but to the pristine halls of St. Michael's Church and a fresh layer of concrete in the basement.

To expose a killer hiding behind a holy mask, Jack must team up with his estranged daughter and trust the terrifying visions of a murdered man. But in a town built on lies, the truth might be the deadliest thing of all.

A gripping supernatural noir short story about guilt, redemption, and the voices that won't be silenced.