Sophie Feegle is a scrappy, sharp-tongued young woman in her mid-twenties living on the edge of broke in San Francisco. Small and pixie-faced with black hair, tattoos peeking from her sleeves, and a wardrobe built from dark jeans, band tees, second-hand leather boots, and a worn black peacoat, she carries herself with enough edge that her landlord compares her to a "goth Tinkerbell.
" Beneath the tough exterior and foul mouth lies a fierce tenderness — she's the kind of person who will give her last apple to a cornered opossum and check on her elderly neighbor before collapsing into bed. Street-smart and quick with her fists, Sophie relies on sharp instincts and a wicked sense of humor to navigate a life that hasn't given her many breaks.
When she lands a job as an autopsy assistant on the graveyard shift at the city morgue, she discovers she has an unexpected supernatural gift: visions of the dead's final moments that could help solve the cases crossing her table.
Equal parts grit and heart, Sophie is the kind of woman who stares down a snarling dog in a dark alley, knees a stalker in the face, and then asks her boss if he needs anything else before the shift ends.
