What I did know was, I wasn’t Mr. Green.
I was Jasper Madden, and these people had the wrong man.
Prologue II
Dead people anonymous.
—Jasper’s Secret Thoughts
JASPER
1 year later
“It’s not every day that a man comes back from the dead.”
He could say that again.
Though, it wasn’t like I hadn’t heard it about eighteen times a day since I’d done just that.
“What do you suggest I do?” I asked. “I want my life back.”
“You can have your life back,” the lawyer that I’d acquired said. “You just have to fill out paperwork to do it.”
Goddammit.
I’d been filling out paperwork for the last six weeks it felt like.
My sister’s wedding had started a chain of events that led me to here, right this second.
I was at a lawyer’s office trying to find out what I had to do to get my name officially tagged as ‘no longer deceased.’
Because, in the eyes of the law, right now I was dead with a capital Fuck.
I couldn’t get a job because my Social Security number listed me as dead.
I couldn’t rent an apartment—again, I was dead.
I couldn’t get my bank account—dead.
I couldn’t do anything but fuckin’ exist at this point.
Which was why I’d been spending so much time in the gym.
Except for this morning.
Today, I was at the lawyer’s office filling out paperwork, only to be told that I needed to fill out more. Then the US government needed to approve it before I could get my Social Security number released back to me.
It was bullshit to say the least.
“Let’s get started,” I grumbled.
One
Yet, despite the look on my face, you’re still talking.
—Coffee Cup
JASPER
