Young secretary Tori Van Camp wakes one morning on a luxurious ocean liner where she is offered whatever a person might desire: food, clothes, recreation, and the companionship of congenial people. But Tori has no memory of booking a cruise. What she does have is a vivid recollection of being shot point blank in the chest.
I am rather taken by the idea of death being on a luxury cruise. Just think, you can eat all you want and never gain weight. New clothes for every meal and activity. I could get used to that. But drat, it is really just an interim place, to give the newly dead a chance to regain their equilibrium before moving on to whatever is next. Gradually, the memories of the person’s life fade and become unimportant, allowing them the ability to boogie on down the road.
But Tori can’t let go of her old life and her memories, because she has no idea why someone would kill her. She is determined to go back and find out. It’s not against the rules, going back. But you have to get permission. And it is better if you go with an experienced traveler. She is assigned a detective, a man who refuses to let go of his old life, and has returned many times to do some detective work for people who want answers to various questions concerning their lives. Tori insists on going with him, and together they set off to find the reason she bit the Big One.
Not the most rigorous of mysteries, but lots of fun, because, really, how often do you come across a dead detective, hopping from person to person in order to get from place to place? Kind of like Uber for the Formerly Alive. One time, our detective, having run out of human taxis, had to take a cockroach. Talk about cramped.