SPIRIT OF CONSEQUENCE (A Spirit Walking Mystery Book 1) by Peggy Dulle Page A
Authors: Peggy Dulle
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sleeping. Can’t this wait until later?”
“We have information that an attempt is going to be made on his life, but if you want us to come back later today, we can.” Dodge turned to the patrolmen. “Let’s come back in a few hours. We can bring the coroner’s van with us by them.”
The guard glanced down at his telephone. “No, no. If it’s that important, let me call Mr. Jorgensen.”
Dodge reached down and put his hand over the phone. “I’d rather go up and ring the doorbell. We don’t want to alarm him, just protect him.”
“Okay, but I’m going with you.”
“No, you’re going to stay here with Officer Choi.”
“But …,” the guard started to protest.
“Just give me the key to the elevator and we’ll go up.”
The guard reluctantly handed over the elevator key. “He’s in Penthouse C. Please try not to disturb any of the other residents on that floor.”
“We’ll do the best we can to stay quiet.”
Dodge, Officer Jackson, and I got into the elevator. Dodge punched the Penthouse button. When the elevator opened, he looked at me and tilted his head toward Penthouse C.
“Okay, I’m going.” I slipped by the two men, walked quickly down the hall and into Penthouse C.
Everything about Allen’s apartment was modern – with shiny chrome and black leather predominant. I found him sleeping in the largest bed I had ever seen. Black silk sheets and a leopard print comforter covered him. The man was a cliché.
When the doorbell rang, Allen didn’t stir. Then the doorbell rang again. Still Allen didn’t sit up. I walked closer to the bed. I hadn’t noticed it before. In the center of Allen’s forehead was a single hole. He was already dead and he had moved on. Lucky him.
I walked through the bedroom and over to the front door. I stuck my head out of the door.
Dodge jumped back and Officer Jackson pulled his weapon and said, “What?”
“Sorry,” I told Dodge. “Allen’s already dead.”
Dodge leaned toward the door. “I thought I heard something. Call down and have Dan bring the guard up. We need him to open this apartment. I think we might be too late.”
Officer Jackson stepped away from the door and radioed his partner.
Dodge leaned toward me and whispered, “Is there anyone else in the apartment?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Go back and check.”
“Okay.” I stepped back into the apartment. I went through the foyer into the living room. Nobody. From the living room there were two hallways. I took the left one. It led to the kitchen. Nobody. Beyond that was an office, empty, too. The closet was closed, I stepped inside – empty except four leather jackets, two black, one brown, and the other tan.
I heard the lock turning and Dodge and the two patrolmen came into the apartment. I walked back to them. “He’s in the last bedroom, down the hallway on the right.”
Dodge nodded to the hallway. “Dan, you stay here at the door. Bill, you and I will go down and check out the bedrooms.”
I watched as they went into each bedroom, checking under the bed and in the closet before moving on to the next room. I had already seen Allen, so I moved back to the living room and sat on the black leather couch. Officer Choi leaned against the closed front door. He looked very young to me. How old did you need to be to be a policeman, I wondered?
We both heard the noise at the same time. It was coming from the office beyond the kitchen. I had checked that already. Officer Choi pulled his gun and headed down the hallway. I ran back toward Dodge. I found him in Allen’s bedroom, leaning over the body.
“Dodge!”
He whipped his head around.
“There’s a noise coming from the office beyond the kitchen. Officer Choi went to investigate it.”
“What?” Officer Jackson asked.
“I hear a noise coming from the other end of the house. Let’s go check it out.”
Dodge and Officer Jackson quickly left Allen’s bedroom and cautiously went down the hallway
“We have information that an attempt is going to be made on his life, but if you want us to come back later today, we can.” Dodge turned to the patrolmen. “Let’s come back in a few hours. We can bring the coroner’s van with us by them.”
The guard glanced down at his telephone. “No, no. If it’s that important, let me call Mr. Jorgensen.”
Dodge reached down and put his hand over the phone. “I’d rather go up and ring the doorbell. We don’t want to alarm him, just protect him.”
“Okay, but I’m going with you.”
“No, you’re going to stay here with Officer Choi.”
“But …,” the guard started to protest.
“Just give me the key to the elevator and we’ll go up.”
The guard reluctantly handed over the elevator key. “He’s in Penthouse C. Please try not to disturb any of the other residents on that floor.”
“We’ll do the best we can to stay quiet.”
Dodge, Officer Jackson, and I got into the elevator. Dodge punched the Penthouse button. When the elevator opened, he looked at me and tilted his head toward Penthouse C.
“Okay, I’m going.” I slipped by the two men, walked quickly down the hall and into Penthouse C.
Everything about Allen’s apartment was modern – with shiny chrome and black leather predominant. I found him sleeping in the largest bed I had ever seen. Black silk sheets and a leopard print comforter covered him. The man was a cliché.
When the doorbell rang, Allen didn’t stir. Then the doorbell rang again. Still Allen didn’t sit up. I walked closer to the bed. I hadn’t noticed it before. In the center of Allen’s forehead was a single hole. He was already dead and he had moved on. Lucky him.
I walked through the bedroom and over to the front door. I stuck my head out of the door.
Dodge jumped back and Officer Jackson pulled his weapon and said, “What?”
“Sorry,” I told Dodge. “Allen’s already dead.”
Dodge leaned toward the door. “I thought I heard something. Call down and have Dan bring the guard up. We need him to open this apartment. I think we might be too late.”
Officer Jackson stepped away from the door and radioed his partner.
Dodge leaned toward me and whispered, “Is there anyone else in the apartment?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Go back and check.”
“Okay.” I stepped back into the apartment. I went through the foyer into the living room. Nobody. From the living room there were two hallways. I took the left one. It led to the kitchen. Nobody. Beyond that was an office, empty, too. The closet was closed, I stepped inside – empty except four leather jackets, two black, one brown, and the other tan.
I heard the lock turning and Dodge and the two patrolmen came into the apartment. I walked back to them. “He’s in the last bedroom, down the hallway on the right.”
Dodge nodded to the hallway. “Dan, you stay here at the door. Bill, you and I will go down and check out the bedrooms.”
I watched as they went into each bedroom, checking under the bed and in the closet before moving on to the next room. I had already seen Allen, so I moved back to the living room and sat on the black leather couch. Officer Choi leaned against the closed front door. He looked very young to me. How old did you need to be to be a policeman, I wondered?
We both heard the noise at the same time. It was coming from the office beyond the kitchen. I had checked that already. Officer Choi pulled his gun and headed down the hallway. I ran back toward Dodge. I found him in Allen’s bedroom, leaning over the body.
“Dodge!”
He whipped his head around.
“There’s a noise coming from the office beyond the kitchen. Officer Choi went to investigate it.”
“What?” Officer Jackson asked.
“I hear a noise coming from the other end of the house. Let’s go check it out.”
Dodge and Officer Jackson quickly left Allen’s bedroom and cautiously went down the hallway
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