Memories of a Ghost Ramp Up

He studied the brown haired twenty-four-year-old in her slinky black dress and diamond stud earrings, feeling a familiar stirring in his stomach. Spend the night together? That wasn’t how she meant it, of course. But she was right; they’d have a much better chance of stopping the murderer if they could take time out to relax and catch their breath, study the information he’d downloaded from the Web, and plan their strategy to ferret out the killer.