CASTILLO PRICE Jordan by PsyCop 4 Secrets

Author:PsyCop 4 Secrets [M-M] [[M-M], PsyCop 4 Secrets]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-28T19:02:37.945000+00:00

Lisa scowled at me. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not. I’m just telling you. If I can see it, that means Jacob can, too. Maybe you should chew some gum.”

“It’ll pull out my fillings. Isn’t there a door closer on this thing? That button that looks like two triangles and a stick?”

I stared at the panel. It was pretty simple. B-1-2-3. “I guess not.”

The doors shifted and began to ease shut. “Finally,” said Lisa. Maybe she wanted to answer her si-nos and get going, so she could eat something that didn’t turn into mush if you pressed your fork against it too hard. We both watched the doors slide shut expectantly. There was maybe a foot of space left between them when the homeless guy darted up. He was quick, for his age. Stuck his head in the elevator so fast that I flinched back. The elevator doors must have caught him on the shoulders because he didn’t come in any farther. Just his head. I waited for the doors to pop back open and then sit that way for another minute and a half while the guy got in.

Except the doors didn’t stop. They closed.

I shielded my face with my hands. I wasn’t sure which way the blood spray from a crushed head would go, but I didn’t want it to hit me in the eye.

“Vic?”

At first I thought the head was sliding down the door seam, but then I realized the elevator was rising. I looked at the head. It looked back at me. So solid! Its skin was the color of my cooked-down decaf. The pupils of the eyes were bluish with the beginning haze of cataracts, and the whites around them were yellowed. The hair was clumpy with dreadlocks, gray like steel wool, and the skin of its cheeks and eyelids was speckled with skin tags. The head got to the bottom of the door seam and then sank right through the floor. I stared down at the spot where it had disappeared.

“What was that?” said Lisa. “You saw a ghost? Yes.”

“Don’t do the si-no on me,” I told her. “Save it for Jacob.”

Secrets: a PsyCop Novel

68

Jordan Castillo Price

-ELEVENThe elevator doors whooshed open on the third floor and the nurse at the desk quickly looked away when I made eye contact with her. Someone must have told her I was a medium, maybe the patrolmen. “Male or female?” said Lisa. She didn’t seem to notice or care what sort of impression we made, which was probably good, given what she was wearing. She also seemed convinced that the Elevator Ghost was significant.

“Male,” I said. “African-American. Medium complexion, gray hair. Between sixty and seventy. Five ten, average build. Dark clothes, kind of dirty. He looked like a homeless guy.”

We passed the desk and went down the hall. The two officers stood outside 304, looking a lot less relaxed then they had the first time we’d seen them. There wasn’t a coffee cup in sight.

“Did he say anything?”

“No. He only looked at me.

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