Steven de Selby has a hangover. Bright lights, loud noise, and lots of exercise are the last thing he wants. But that's exactly what he gets when someone starts shooting at him.
Steven is no stranger to death-Mr. D's his boss after all-but when a dead girl saves him from sharing her fate, he finds himself on the wrong end of the barrel. His job is to guide the restless dead to the underworld but now his clients are his own colleagues, friends, and family.
Mr. D's gone missing and with no one in charge, the dead start to rise, the living are hunted, and the whole city teeters on the brink of a regional apocalypse-unless Steven can shake his hangover, not fall for the dead girl, and find out what happened to his boss- that is, Death himself.
Jamieson's debut urban fantasy puts an interesting bureaucratic spin on the afterlife. Recently divorced, Steven de Selby joins the family business, Mortmax, and becomes a "Pomp" who sends dead souls on to their final destination. Then a mysterious entity kills everyone in the Sydney and Melbourne offices of Mortmax, and the beautiful ghost of one of Steven's colleagues warns him that he and the other Brisbane Pomps are next. Not cut out to be a detective or fighter, Steven must dodge the killer while grieving for his murdered family members, handling their workload, fighting off zombie-like Stirrers wearing their bodies, and figuring out who's left that he can trust. Major plot developments are more archetypal than surprising, but they pack no less a wallop for being predictable, and the ending is satisfying while leaving room for further adventures.