CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-EIGHT
Friday midday — 12:45 p.m.
“Damn,” Ferguson, the head of the Denver Police Crime Scene Unit. “It’s dark.”
They had just stepped into the hallway to the area of the Castle with unopened apartments. The two younger people with Ferguson stood just inside the door. They both looked terrified.
“Uh, sorry,” Jacob said. “The power is active here but I keep the breaker off because the electrical here hasn’t been redone.”
“Ah, sketchy electrical,” Ferguson said. “It’s okay. We have lights.”
“I can turn them on,” Jacob said.
“I was just surprised, I guess,” Ferguson said.
Jacob turned to look at him. Ava and her team stopped to look at them. The two young people who worked for Ferguson hadn’t moved from their position near the door.
“Not everyone has a museum in their house,” Ferguson said. “This wall paper is straight out of the 1950s.”
“You should have seen it when we started,” Jacob said. “We have a photo album if you’d like to see it.”
“That’s a hard no. I had the pleasure of coming here when I was just starting out.” Ferguson gave a dramatic shiver. “You’ve done a great job.”
“Just turn down the hallway,” Jacob said.
Delphie came in the door, surprising the younger people.
“Oh, excuse me,” Delphie said.
She walked passed them to Jacob.
“Where are we going?” Delphie asked.
“104,” Jacob said.
“Ah,” Delphie said.
“Ah? What’s that mean?” Ferguson asked.
“We had some ghost issues there,” Delphie said.
“Huh,” Ferguson said. “I’ve been in some haunted places. Are the ghosts still there?”
Delphie looked at Jacob, and he shrugged.
“The short answer is ‘No,’” Delphie said. “Jacob hates ghosts.”
“I don’t hate them!” Jacob said. “I just think that they’re a waste of time.”
“Look at how they could help today,” Delphie said in a prim reprimand.
“You don’t need them,” Jacob said.
“Jacob!” Ava called from down the hall. “I hate to interrupt, but unless you want us to break this down, we need the key!”
“Excuse me,” Jacob said with a sniff.
Grinning, Delphie let him pass.
“It’s an ongoing argument,” Delphie said. “Come on! Come on! This should be fun. From what I remember there were four specters. All about the same age — old teenagers or young adults.”
“Write this down,” Ferguson said to one of the young people.
The man held out his phone which showed that he was recording.
“Huh,” Ferguson said with a sniff.
The young man grinned at the young woman but she was too terrified to respond.
“Your phone won’t work in a minute,” Delphie said. “Ghosts disrupt cellphone.”
The young woman shivered and Delphie turned to her.
“Why don’t you head on, Captain Ferguson?” Delphie asked. “I wanted to speak with this young woman.”
Ferguson and the young man went down the hallway and turned down the separate hallway.
“You don’t have to be here,” Delphie said, kindly. “You can hang out with Val and Sami in the kitchen. I think my friend Joan is there.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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