The Seven Sins

Meet The Dead

 Blair, at first, refused to come.

“I just got asked out on a date,” She grumbled on the phone, “Can’t you take a cab? Don’t ruin my chance...” 

“What a wonderful friend and citizen.” I said sarcastically, “I’m here trying to solve something that will benefit the whole city and you can’t help because of a ‘date’.”

She moaned exasperatedly as I continued, “No, it’s alright. Go on your date. I’ll just walk myself. All the way to the crime scenes... Thanks...”

Her voice perked in interest, “Crime scenes?”

“Yes,” I spoke dramatically, “I’m trying to solve a series of crimes and put an end to these deaths. But it’s alright. Enjoy your date.”

She hung up, but as soon as I walked to my apartment she was there, a pout on her flawless lips. She was still wearing her stunning red dress and had tied her hair into a neat yet sultry bonnet. I smiled as best as I could as I went up to her.

“Get in the car, drama queen.”

“You’re a darling.”

When we were both strapped up and moving she began to ask questions.

“Now what the hell is going on Dawkins?” She grunted, never taking her eyes off the road.

I stared at her comfy car seats in amazement. How I wished I had my own car, “I needed your car. I need to get to some destinations quick.

“Why?” Blair was so demanding, “What’s going on?”

I sighed. Blair was a fortunate person, she had a normal life where she didn’t have to deal with demons and zombies and other strange things. I wanted it to stay that way; I didn’t want to drag her into something she would never understand. I didn’t want her to get into something way too deep...

“I’m helping out Andy on a little case.”

“Murder?”

“No,” I stared at her high tech radio, “Accidents that seem too accidental to be accidents.”

She raised an eyebrow slightly at me, “So, you mean murder.”

“Jeez, Miss Blair, you’re too morbid...”

“Anyway, where are we heading?” Her eyes reverted back to the road as she swerved past traffic.

“Lander Apartments,” I said cheerfully, looking at the gruesome file, “To investigate Henry Coater’s death.”

Her eyes looked at me again as she made a left turn, “How?”

“He tripped while holding his bowl of cereal,” I read, “As he fell, he threw the cereal bowl in the air and it fell on his head with such velocity and weight that it managed to smash his skull; died of blood loss and brain damage.”

“Wow,” Her eyes widened in surprise, “How can that not be murder?”

“Because you can’t charge a bowl for murder.” I chirped.

She gave me one her that-was-not-funny glares and then continued driving to our destination.

“That must have been one hell of a cereal bowl.” I whistled.

       Lander Apartments was a small cozy apartment, not quite so near to the city. It was newly painted with fresh colours of cream and brown which made me think of coffee. It looked like a peaceful, everyday place but I could hear the voices. The ghosts were talking, warily and frightened. Something had happened. As soon as I stepped out I knew where to go; the painful moaning of the ghost led me to the apartment.