Say what you want about James M. McGill, Esquire at Law, but the man is damn good at making people believe in ghosts. Even if it’s just for fun. Even if it’s just to make Kim smile.

In which our fave partners in law/partners in love pull schemes under fake names, get drunk in the dark, and accidentally buy a home. This hell story takes place in the glorious sliver of time of "will they won't they?" before everything went to shit with Chuck.