Mystery of the Eyewitness Ghost

Hi. Nick Caden. Teen reporter, amateur detective, and apparently the only person in Savannah, Georgia who thinks it's suspicious when a ghost points at you in a graveyard.

My neighbor Keisha asked me to watch a séance. That was the whole plan. Watch. Don't say anything. Don't tell anyone. See if the ghost appears, then go home.

I lasted about four minutes.

Keisha's brother Kwame is in prison for a murder she says he didn't commit. The victim was a referee. Stabbed in a boathouse. The kind of case that gets closed fast when the wrong person is convenient. Nobody was looking for a different answer.

Keisha was.

That's the thing about truth - it hides in plain sight, buried under convictions built on bad assumptions, rushed conclusions, and whoever happened to be standing closest when the gavel came down.

My new partner on this one is Jaz - part psychic, part skeptic, completely convinced I'm going to get us both arrested. She's not wrong. Then there's Sistah Séance, a fake fortune teller with real secrets. A basketball agent with a lot to hide. And two cops who'd rather close a case than reopen one.

Here's what this story is really about - and I say this as someone who spent three days soaking wet, chased by police, and accused of things I only partially did. It's about a family that stands by the guilty, especially when they're certain of their innocence. Because that kind of faith - stubborn, inconvenient, costly - is rarer than it should be.

One more thing. Talking to the dead sounds like a shortcut to answers. It isn't. Trust me on this. There's only one person who ever came back from the grave with anything worth hearing. Anybody else who claims to have a channel to the grave is simply taking your money.

Mystery of the Eyewitness Ghost. Book 5 in the Caden Chronicles. Some cases are bigger than the crime. Some ghosts refuse to stay buried. Some truths are worth every consequence.