James True was not there when he died.
He'd returned from one of those out-of-body experiences, the kind where you feel your spirit has left your body, but it isn't really a dream, to find he's been murdered, mutilated. The killer left nothing for him to go back to.

But who was it? The serial killer terrorizing the city? Or maybe someone closer? But he had no enemies . . . at least none that he knew of.

Now to discover the truth he's forced to face the fright of having to visit this serial killer, and the horror is followed by even greater horror when he discovers his own loved ones are now the killer's targets.
Without a body True has no substance, no real power . . . No one can see him, no one can hear him, no one, except his very killer, knows his spirit still exists. . . . So how can he stop him?