Capri Coleman was a normal girl, getting ready to graduate college when her life fell apart. Her close friend died in a mysterious fire, she learns that her family's death from years ago might not be what she always thought, and she is thrown into t...
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I leaned against the side of the car as Dean opened the trunk. He wore a jumpsuit that had the name of a security company embroidered on it. Sam wore a matching one. And unfortunately, so did I.
I slipped my arms out of the sleeves of mine and tied them low around my waist.
"Alright, this is the place," Sam said as he looked up at the apartment building across the street.
Dean grabbed the tool box and shut the trunk. "You know, me and dad did just fine without these stupid costumes. Feel like a high-school drama dork." He smiled. "What was that play you did? Oh, uh, what was it? Our Town. Yeah, you were good. It was cute."
"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?" Sam asked.
"I'm just saying, these outfits cost hard-earned money, alright?"
"And you don't even look good," I added.
"Who's money?" Sam asked.
"Ours," Dean stated. "You think credit card fraud is easy?"
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"Thanks for letting us look around," Sam told the landlady.
"Well, the police said they were done with the place, so..." she led us into the living room of the apartment where blood was splattered all over the carpet and floor. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?"
"That's right," Dean said.
"No offence, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man."
I smiled.
"Well, that's why we're here, to see what went wrong and stop it from happening again," Dean said, walking off toward the window.
"Now, ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asked, also walking off further into the room.
"Yeah." The landlady nodded.
"Right after it happened or...?" I asked.
"No. Few days later. Meradith's work called. She hadn't showed up," she explained. "I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell."
"Any windows open? Any sign of break in?" Dean asked, gazing outside.
"No, windows were locked. Front door was bolted. Chain was on the door. We had to cut it to get in," she told him.
"And the alarm was still on?"
"Like I said, bang-up job your company is doing."
"You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" Dean continued.
