Seance: Mystery

The dirt grated under his boots as he edged away from the window. He held his breath. Would they hear it? After another moment, he was certain that they hadn't. By the time he got back to his car, he was sure that he'd escaped undetected . . .and he was laughing his ass off. When widow McGee had hired him to spy on her son-in-law, he'd thought embezzlement, adultery, or some sort of twisted triangle involving drugs. What he hadn't expected were séances to contact son McGee's dead dad. He didn't think the good widow had expected that result either. Maybe it would warm her heart towards her son. He was chuckling as he drove out of the cul-de-sac, a chuckle that died when a naked man darted into the road.

Inspiration: Gits -> Grit
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Pure mystery, no fantasy or horror about it. Something like the Stephanie Plum series. Funny, with outrageous hijinks. I am also amused that I typed "d89ed" for dead. It would have been better if it had been '86' but it's close enough.