Angielski
Seven days. One house. Two cops. No ghosts.
Probably.
Marcus Devereux is the kind of detective who sleeps soundly, eats clean, and has a rational explanation for everything. Théodore Arceneaux is the kind of detective who sleeps with a crucifix, salt under the bed, and a running mental list of things you should never do in a haunted house.
The NOPD has just sent them to spend a week together in the most haunted Victorian mansion in New Orleans' Garden District - directly across from an antique dealer suspected of running an international stolen art and voodoo artifacts ring.
The house has been empty since 1924. It groans, it whistles, it smells of rotting magnolia and cold cigar smoke. A phonograph plays by itself in the attic. One room has been sealed for a hundred years. And someone - or something - seems to know they're there.
Beneath the laughs, a real investigation. Beneath the comedy, a real story. And inside the walls of this impossible house, a secret that has waited a century for someone to finally come looking.
Phil Morrison delivers an irresistible, sharp, and warm crime comedy with Ghosts on Duty - somewhere between Stakeout, The Nice Guys, and the wildest nights on Bourbon Street.
