The Nymphos of Rocky Flats 1 by Mario Acevedo

Author:Mario Acevedo
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780060833268
Published: 2012-09-24T05:43:34+00:00

CHAPTER 16

I HADN’T MUCH CARED for Ziggy, to be honest. What disturbed me was that a vampire was murdered. It just happened to be him.

My personal dangers had escalated. The conspiracy behind the outbreak of nymphomania remained guarded by trigger-happy federal maniacs. Someone had tried to steal my computer and conked me on the head, and I’m sure that same guy had used me for target practice. Was he one of the vampire hunters prowling the streets of Denver?

My fingertips tingled. My vampire senses grasped a hunch and alerted me that perhaps—no, certainly—these events were connected.

If so, then time to reenergize my investigation and draw out those stalking me. My leads pointed to one man, the person at the center of the conspiracy behind the outbreak. Dr. Bigelow Wong.

I’d kept my distance, fearing that I would compromise my investigation if I pressed him too eagerly. My adversaries, whoever they were, weren’t worried by such concerns.

From my Internet source I learned that Dr. Wong had managed his dollars well during his career with the Department of Energy. He had recently bought a home in Tucson, Arizona, and moved his family there. While he waited for retirement, he lived alone in a high-rise condominium in the Park Hill neighborhood of Denver.

The condo building was new, accented with rounded corners and oval windows that repeated the architectural rhythm of the gently arched roof. Each story had recessed balconies and stuccoed walls, the floors alternating in pastel green and beige, and separated by narrow ledges that looked like icing squeezed between the layers of a cake.

Entrance to the building was through a small, unadorned lobby. Banks of mailboxes and an intercom occupied the wall to the left. An elevator stood on the other side of a partition of green-tinted glass. Access to the elevator was through a glass door, which was locked. I couldn’t very well ring Dr. Wong on the intercom and ask to be let in to discuss the outbreak.

Sifting through a trashcan under the mailboxes, I pulled out a piece of discarded junk mail.

Standing against the glass partition, I pretended to read the mail and waited for someone to unlock the door.

The elevator chimed. Out stepped a young, stylish couple. They chatted about dinner plans with friends and exited, ignoring my presence.

I caught the door before it closed and went to the elevator, which I took to the third floor. Once there, I found Dr. Wong’s unit, number 313. I removed my contacts, slipped on leather gloves, and knocked on the door.

Someone called out in a bothered voice. “What is it?”

“Mr. Wong, this is maintenance.”

“It’s Dr. Wong. It’s late, why are you bothering me?”

“Excuse me, Dr. Wong, someone reported a gas leak and we’re trying to track it down.”

“There’s no gas leak here.”

“I wish I could take your word, but we need to play it safe.”

The lock snapped, and the door opened.

“Very well,” he groused. Dr. Wong turned away before we made eye contact. “You can be sure that the manager will hear about this tomorrow.

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