Chance of a Ghost is the fourth installment in the Haunted Guesthouse series and the first that I’ve had the pleasure to read. While this is not how I would usually describe my reaction to a mystery novel, there’s really no other way to say it: I was charmed.
The story picks up where (I assume), the last book, Old Haunts, left off. Alison Kerby, a single mother and guesthouse owner, is just trying to get by and give her precocious ten year-old daughter, Melissa, a good life. Now that right there could be the start of a romance or a drama, except for one thing: Alison Kerby sees ghosts. And so does her widowed mother. And her daughter. It’s like a genetic disease. Alison is especially sensitive to the presence of two specific ghosts – a muscular Canadian P.I. named Paul, and the tech-savvy former owner of the guesthouse – an acid-tongued woman named Maxie. While still amongst the living, Maxie had hired Paul to uncover who was threatening her and lo and behold, they both ended up dead. In previous books, Alison had helped uncover their killers and subsequently got her P.I.’s license. Needless to say, life hasn’t quite been the same since.
But Chance of a Ghost takes a far more personal turn for its freshly minted private eye. When Alison’s deceased father stands up her very living mother for their regular Tuesday date, things start to get very suspicious. A new ghost with a theatrical flair and a murder to solve (his own) suggests that Alison’s father may have met with other-worldly foul play. Faced with painful memories of her father’s arduous death from cancer, Alison must determine whether her father has finally gone to the other-other side, or if something more sinister is at work.
In Alison Kerby, we readers get a wise-cracking, foot-in-mouth would-be gumshoe. And one who has managed to crawl into that little space in my reader’s heart and set up camp. Admittedly, I’m a sucker for a good laugh and a great ghost story, and Chance of a Ghost delivers both. It’s not the knee-slapping, comedy club at two in the morning kind of laugh, but it is the sort that keeps an unshakable smile on your face – at least until the suspense gets dialed up. And fear not, it does.
And there’s a sweetness to EJ Copperman’s writing, too. He brings you into a family – a quirky, but loving family – without sacrificing what often makes a mystery most delicious, which is an off-kilter, unlucky at love protagonist with a dry wit and stubborn moral compass.
In short, Night of the Living Deed – the first in the series – is next up on my reading list.
Reviewed by Victoria Dougherty