[ WP ] A woman investigates her husband 's murder ... while receiving insufferable vague help from his ghost .

`` I think it's him'' said John's ghost. 
 
 `` You *think* it's him?'' Rose tried to breathe slowly. It was n't John's fault -- it seems dead people just were n't good at remembering their death. The fact that she was the most organized person in their relationship did n't help either. 
 
 `` I would need a better proof than that.'' she said to the ghost. 
 `` Nevermind'' said John. `` Now I do no think it's him. Maybe that lady with a dog? No, probably not. I think it was a man.'' 
 
 Rose was fond of logic and planning. She was a financial advisor and she loved the job -- understanding the rules and untangling them into a clear structure that helped people see their options. She always put her keys in the same place. She liked the facts. 
 And the facts were: someone has murdered John. He was shot while walking through a side street not far away from his work. It could be a random mugging, but there were witnesses claiming that he was seen in a cafe arguing with another man not long before the murder. That man was not his coworker and not someone Rose knew, which was unusual. 
 
 John's ghost did not remember anything about the cafe, though. He appeared soon after the police retreated, detectives finally convinced that she did not know anything about the murder and did not have any obvious motive. Detective Bennet had given her a card to call `` if she remembers anything'', but it was obvious he did not have high expectations for the case. She was still in shock, so when the ghost arrived she was not yet thinking clear enough to be afraid or skeptical. And now she was used to it. 
 
 She went and talked to John's coworkers, but they knew nothing. John was a layout artist which was as far from occupational dangers as it could be. 
 
 The cafe waitress gave her description of a man John was seen with -- dark brown coat, short, dark hair. `` I do not remember clearly'' said John. `` Was it a dark *red* coat?'' `` We have also found a business card under the table'' said the owner. `` I was only informed after the police left -- I was going to report it now, but you can take a look if you want.'' 
 
 The card was quite basic, just a white rectangle with simple text. It belonged to one Robert Connely, working in construction. 
 
 `` I am going to pay him a visit'' said Rose. `` He does not know me, so it should be fine either way. It is strange, though. The name definitely rings a bell -- could I have known him from somewhere?'' 
 
 John just shrugged. Rose smiled at him. She really missed him, clumsy and absentminded, but kind and honest and always ready to help. 
 
 They drove to Connely's place in silence. It was late in the evening, but not that dark yet. Connely's house was as basic as the business card -- it was obvious the man did not have much money. 
 
 `` Who is it?'' said an annoyed voice as the door was opened. Behind the door she immediately recognized the man described by waitress. 
 
 Robert Conely was asking something else, but as he saw her he froze. His face went white. His hand darted to his belt where Rose could now clearly see a gun. And almost immediately came a sound of the shot, short and loud. 
 
 `` I do not understand'' sad Rose. Conely laid on the floor, motionless. John slowly holstered his gun. `` You are a ghost, you are not supposed to shoot people''. 
 
 John looked at her, and she saw tears. 
 
 `` I hoped I would n't have to tell you'' he said. `` But I am not dead. I wish I was, but I'm not. Rose, you are dead. This man killed you, for his faults and debts and gambling. He needed someone to be responsible for it, someone other than himself. His financial adviser. Now I remember all about him -- you always told me a lot about your job, especially hard clients like those.'' 
 
 `` I am sorry I had to be ambiguous. You were always better at planning, but now you knew all the details, but did not remember. You did n't even remember that you died. I needed some way to shake your memory, so I gave you ambiguous directions to see if you would fill in the blanks. 
 
 There was no business card in cafe. I have just shown you an empty piece of paper and you put his name on it.'' 
 
 `` I am sorry I was n't there to protect you, Rose.'' 
 
 `` It's ok'' said Rose. She felt like crying, but she did n't. `` You did a great job at planning the investigation, you know.'' She smiled. 
 
 She knew she would miss him, wherever is that she would go next.
