The age of free love, bell-bottoms and the Vietnam War give rise to the end of the line for the Queen Mary as an ocean cruiser. As part of the final voyage, the entire McSwain family is invited to sail from Southampton to Long Beach, California. Bernadette McSwain, daughter of Eden and Dirk has inherited her mother’s psychic gift and plans to write about the ghosts onboard the ship. She’s a true woman of her era. Hip, smart and independent.
Lazarus Garcia, a straight-laced Spanish Grandee haunted by his experiences in Vietnam decides to apprentice in the kitchens of the luxury liner as he wants to open his own five-star restaurant.
Lazarus and Bernadette butt heads but when people start dying in violent and terrible ways, they set aside their differences in order to try to solve the crimes.
Bernadette stomped down the corridor with Michel hot on her heels. "Wait up, Detta. He's just some hired hand. Don't let him ruin our walk around the ship. We need to cover some more ground for you to get a feel for the energy of the place. It's a big ship and soon there'll be a lot of people onboard. We're lucky they let us on early and have given us free rein."
She kept walking, faster and faster.
Michel grabbed her upper arm. "Stop. Stop and tell me what the heck is wrong with you. You're walking so fast, it's like some demon is on your tail."
She turned toward him. "That man is evil. He's surrounded by spirits. All kinds of spirits. I've never seen anything like it. They're all trying to get his attention and he's oblivious. It terrifies me."
"Come over here and sit down a minute. Your face is red and you look like you're going to explode." Michel pointed toward the alcove near the elevators.
She followed him over to the sofa and chairs. They sat on a green velvet sofa, side by side. Michel took her by the hand. "Tell me exactly what you saw."
"When I first opened the door, I didn't see anything except the man's head, but once he stood all the way up, I could see wisps floating around him. It was almost like a fog. Then it seemed to lift and filter out into separate shapes. None of them tried to communicate with me, but they were clearly trying to communicate with him."
"What did they look like?"
"It's hard to describe. They were very nebulous and unformed. They looked like they were in anguish and all I could focus on was their faces. It was all I could do to talk to the insufferable, arrogant--"
"It's all right. Chances are, you won't run into him again. He's a kitchen worker and you're a first class passenger. It'll be rare that you're even in the same area of the ship."
"Good. I don't want to see him again." She reached out and grabbed Michel's hand. She squeezed it. "It made my heart ache to see all those spirits. Do you think he could've killed those people?"
"I have no idea." Michel reared back. "I just met the man and only spoke a couple of words to him. I can't make any judgment about him based on that."
"I sure can." She let go of Michel's hand and stood. "Come on, then, we have a vessel to inspect.