The Inefficiency of Dying Twice by Heather Husby-Wall

James was definitely dead.  His heart had stopped beating.  His eyes were glazed over.  His skin was cold and clammy from having lain in the slush-filled gutter for so long.  And, most damningly of all, he had a knife sticking out of his chest, a bullet in his brain, and gaping hole where his gut used to be.

Detective Locklear had sighed and shaken his head as he stared down at the corpse of what had once been his next-door neighbour.  No, there was no denying it: at 6:48 a.m. on Saturday, March 2nd, James Isaac MacPhearson, bus driver and father of three, was irrefutably lying dead in the street in the north end of town.

...Which is why the detective was more than a little startled to see James, alive and well, hurriedly ducking into a shady bar in the east end two weeks later.