Detective Senior Sergeant Lucielle (Lucky) Lambert looked down at the body lying in the bath. The eyes were closed and it looked quite peaceful really. The dark hair wasn’t looking too good plastered to her head with strands flattened against her cheeks and forehead and blood trickling down the right side of her face from the gash on her head. The makeup was a bit blurry and streaked, skin a bit pale maybe, but all over, the body’s in pretty good shape. Yes, she thought, I can definitely ID this body; there’s no doubt about it, it’s mine!
The police are convinced Lucky has suffered an accidental death but she knows it was murder. But how can she find her killer when she can’t identify him? There is no apparent motive and no evidence. Besides, being dead, she can’t be seen or heard so how can she gather evidence or interview suspects?
She decides to enlist the help of Evelyn, a reluctant psychic and a madcap character, who in the past has suffered embarrassing indignity at the hands of the police and is now no longer inclined to use her psychic talents. From her Heavenly vantage point, the late Senior Sergeant Lambert eventually convinces Evelyn to help and this sets them on a trail of crimes that in some strange way seem connected to her own murder.
