The Lookout’s Ghost by A. Knightley

Reece West

I don’t believe in ghosts. I also don’t believe in cottage cheese as a main food group, but sometimes in life, we are forced to confront when we’re wrong.
Thankfully, I was only mistaken about the ghosts.
At thirty-four years old, I’m arguably too young to have a midlife crisis, but a life-changing diagnosis followed swiftly by a caustic breakup seems to have done the trick. Reeling, I’ve traveled home to Ponderosa, Idaho, Gateway to Nowhere, to spend the summer high above the forest in a remote fire lookout tower.
An escape from the maelstrom my life has become should be good for me, right? Except solitude is difficult to come by when you aren’t actually alone. Despite its name, the very last thing I expect to find living with me in Dead Man’s Lookout is, well, a dead man. Especially not one as shockingly kind, attractive, and funny as Charlie Randolph.
The only problem is, he’s maybe, probably, a serial killer. Or is he?

Suddenly, I’m thrust into a decades-old cold case involving six murdered hikers and one (not so) missing fire lookout. When history begins to repeat itself, falling for a ghost is the least of my concerns. But nothing is ever as it seems in Ponderosa, and I’m not sure if Charlie and I are strong enough to weather the truth when we realize Death isn’t lurking in the shadows—it’s already inside.