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Authors: Thomas Amo
Tags: Fiction, Occult & Supernatural
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be blending in and changing with the current theme of the time. Not to say she wasn't her own woman. Kirkland had seen her take on several officers in serious confrontation. She refused to be treated like less a person, simply because she was a woman.
Aside from his normal male attraction to her, Kirkland always had a fondness for Jessalee Rivera. Together they had worked on many cases and he had always found her professional and to the point. Yet it was her sarcastic sense of humor that drew him to her. Often he had wanted to ask her out, but dating a co-worker was seriously frowned upon. He wasn't even sure if she ever was interested in him. Regardless if she was or wasn't, what he liked best about her was that she was equally kind and generous as she was pretty. A combination not usually found in most of the women of Kirkland's life. Sometimes a close friendship was far more rewarding than a sexual relationship.
"Darling," said Grantham as the three of them met at the lobby door.
And then there's Richard Grantham, thought Kirkland to himself. How does a young woman like Jessalee, an officer of the CSI become involved with a power player like Grantham? Their social circles would never cross.
"Mr. Grantham," replied Jessalee maintaining a professional tone. Kirkland was happy, not only was she being her usual professional self, but there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. Maybe things weren't so good in Grantham's garden of sin after all, he mused.
"Hey Mike, Bobby will be joining us as soon as he finishes cataloging the evidence from the funeral home. What have we got? Why the hell is Hazmat here?" she asked setting down her evidence bag as Kirkland kept her at the door.
"That's fine Jessa, we're going to be upstairs on twelve. Thomas James is in charge," he said trying to make small talk before he dropped the bomb on her.
"This tied into the double 187 you guys had at the funeral home?" she asked as she knelt down and riffled through her evidence bag.
"We think so."
"Crap. Mike I left my bag of memory cards for my camera in the car. I'll be right back."
Kirkland placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's okay, let that go for now. Actually I need to talk to you privately before we go up. But before that Jessa, you need to know, that there are a lot of dead bodies in there. I mean a lot. Before you ask, we don't know what happened here yet."
Without hesitation, Jessalee responded with no hint of concern. Grabbing her evidence bag and placing it on her shoulder, the three of them walked to the manager's office. Jessalee looked around at the bodies in the lobby. From her point of view it had all the makings of something unspeakable.
"Why don't you use my office," offered Grantham. He stepped forward and unlocked the door, holding it open for both Jessalee and Kirkland. Jessalee stepped inside and Kirkland turned around to face Grantham, blocking him from following.
"Mr. Grantham, do you mind if I speak with Miss Rivera alone?" Grantham looked at Jessalee and then back to Kirkland and nodded. "Sure, no problem. You want me to wait here?"
"Actually Inspector James needed the power restored to room 1219."
"I'll take care of it," he said. Looking past Kirkland, Grantham smiled at Jessalee only to lose sight of her as Kirkland closed the door in his face. Stepping away Grantham cringed as he heard Kirkland turn the lock.
*
James was standing guard in the hallway leading to room 1219. The hotel seemed unnaturally quiet and as he looked down the hallway he could see the doors leading to rooms 1219, 1220 and 1221. The view gave him a chill. The scene became even more chilling, when he realized that the numbers on the doors had been numbered counterclockwise.
Waiting for Kirkland and the evidence collectors to show up seemed like an eternity. The silence was broken by the sound of labored breathing and a heavy footfall coming from the stairs. James slowly reached for his gun
Aside from his normal male attraction to her, Kirkland always had a fondness for Jessalee Rivera. Together they had worked on many cases and he had always found her professional and to the point. Yet it was her sarcastic sense of humor that drew him to her. Often he had wanted to ask her out, but dating a co-worker was seriously frowned upon. He wasn't even sure if she ever was interested in him. Regardless if she was or wasn't, what he liked best about her was that she was equally kind and generous as she was pretty. A combination not usually found in most of the women of Kirkland's life. Sometimes a close friendship was far more rewarding than a sexual relationship.
"Darling," said Grantham as the three of them met at the lobby door.
And then there's Richard Grantham, thought Kirkland to himself. How does a young woman like Jessalee, an officer of the CSI become involved with a power player like Grantham? Their social circles would never cross.
"Mr. Grantham," replied Jessalee maintaining a professional tone. Kirkland was happy, not only was she being her usual professional self, but there seemed to be a hint of dissatisfaction in her voice. Maybe things weren't so good in Grantham's garden of sin after all, he mused.
"Hey Mike, Bobby will be joining us as soon as he finishes cataloging the evidence from the funeral home. What have we got? Why the hell is Hazmat here?" she asked setting down her evidence bag as Kirkland kept her at the door.
"That's fine Jessa, we're going to be upstairs on twelve. Thomas James is in charge," he said trying to make small talk before he dropped the bomb on her.
"This tied into the double 187 you guys had at the funeral home?" she asked as she knelt down and riffled through her evidence bag.
"We think so."
"Crap. Mike I left my bag of memory cards for my camera in the car. I'll be right back."
Kirkland placed his hand on her shoulder. "That's okay, let that go for now. Actually I need to talk to you privately before we go up. But before that Jessa, you need to know, that there are a lot of dead bodies in there. I mean a lot. Before you ask, we don't know what happened here yet."
Without hesitation, Jessalee responded with no hint of concern. Grabbing her evidence bag and placing it on her shoulder, the three of them walked to the manager's office. Jessalee looked around at the bodies in the lobby. From her point of view it had all the makings of something unspeakable.
"Why don't you use my office," offered Grantham. He stepped forward and unlocked the door, holding it open for both Jessalee and Kirkland. Jessalee stepped inside and Kirkland turned around to face Grantham, blocking him from following.
"Mr. Grantham, do you mind if I speak with Miss Rivera alone?" Grantham looked at Jessalee and then back to Kirkland and nodded. "Sure, no problem. You want me to wait here?"
"Actually Inspector James needed the power restored to room 1219."
"I'll take care of it," he said. Looking past Kirkland, Grantham smiled at Jessalee only to lose sight of her as Kirkland closed the door in his face. Stepping away Grantham cringed as he heard Kirkland turn the lock.
*
James was standing guard in the hallway leading to room 1219. The hotel seemed unnaturally quiet and as he looked down the hallway he could see the doors leading to rooms 1219, 1220 and 1221. The view gave him a chill. The scene became even more chilling, when he realized that the numbers on the doors had been numbered counterclockwise.
Waiting for Kirkland and the evidence collectors to show up seemed like an eternity. The silence was broken by the sound of labored breathing and a heavy footfall coming from the stairs. James slowly reached for his gun
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