Deadest

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Dead, Deader and now Deadest...read from begining if you haven't already

Submitted: October 12, 2018

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DEADEST

SEQUEL TO

DEADER

WHICH IS A SEQUEL TO

DEAD

BY

DONALD HARRY ROBERTS

FORE-NOTE

IF YOU DID NOT READ DEAD AND DEADER YOU BETTER GO BACK AND DO SO BECAUSE IF YOU DON’T IT WOULD BE A REALLY, REALLY BAD CHOICE TO MAKE. MRAHAHAHA.

BESIDES THAT, DEADEST WON’T MAKE A LOT OF SENSE IF YOU DIDN’T READ DEAD AND DEADER….OK….HERE WE GO.

DEADEST

1

Janie Anne Sybal was a complete no body. A librarian in a library in a small town with a library that hard anyone ever visited. I probed her mind into the deepest chasms and found nothing that would suggest anyone would want to harm her. I did not need another premature dead body on my conscience. The other reason I chose here is because she was an arm chair sleuth who read every volume of mystery the library carried both of the cozy type and the hardboiled detective thriller. She also studied real investigations like Lizzy Borden to mention only one. Add that to her personal education about criminal investigation and methods used by Sherlock Holmes which she had spent years developing her observational skills. The thing was, she had never attempted to conduct and investigation. I decided to change that and immediately upon entering her suggest she delve into the mysterious hit and run death of me, Albert Blinkaster. Of course I made it seem to be her idea and remained on the fringes of her sub-conscience so she could conduct her investigation properly.

 

 

 

2

You will be pleased to know in advance that my new host did not die, however, well I should leave the however to its proper place in the story.

I planted the suggestion to go to the city where my untimely death occurred which was only a short distance from her small town abode. As she did not own a vehicle she took the Go Train. Having never ridden the Go Train before it was an exciting experience, buffered slightly by my frequent use influence. Indeed I used my influence to keep her excitement in check. Otherwise she could have gone off half crazy looking for the hit and run driver that killed me and gotten in trouble with the law. I needed her functioning in a sharp, clinical manner, methodically like the librarian she was.

3

Janie Anne was far more resourceful than I had assumed, which was considerable. I knew she had enough book knowledge to make her way around a police station and how to get into certain files that might not have been available to others less knowledgeable. Before I knew it she had talked her way into getting my records by suggesting that it was for her home town news paper, which did exist and she was a part time reporter.

It did not occur to me that she would have the guile to get someone to let here in, but she did. I guess showing a little leg can still work.

So there we were in records, filing cabinets and computers all nicely lined up and in a flash she had a physical copy of my death report and investigation and the version installed on the computer. I have to say I was impressed by her un-amateur professionalism.

4

I near crapped her drawers when I saw the name Jarron Janice’s name pop up before I had taken him over. He had been in the area of my demise, off duty which seemed a little coincidental to me so I conveyed my curiosity to Janie Anne, of course making her think the idea came from her own intuition. In my own ghostly mind something else half kicked in. Someone was yanking my chain. Someone in a place where there shouldn’t have been any chain yanking going on. But I dedided to wait until Janie Anne finished her investigation.

As she read the report on my ‘accident I notice a couple of indescrepancies like the colour of the traffic light which was green when I got killed. The report said the light was red and I had stepped into moving traffic. I relayed that point to my host as a big fat frikken lie and that she had to interview the officer who wrote this false report.

 

 

5

The name on the report was Mickie Dantly, a veteran patrol cop who had spent her entire career walking the same beat, the beat where I got killed. I knew her and always thought she was one of the good ones. Even as Janie Anne went off to find her I wanted to believe it was all a great big fat mistake, but I just couldn’t quite make it stick.

“Jeez we even dated a couple of times!” I let slip from my mind to Janie’s.

Janie Anne’s head twisted back and forth, not quite all the way around, like she was possessed, which she was but only I knew it. “Who said that?” She snapped out like an angry snake. I really wanted to tell her but that was against Purgatory rules. She gave her had a shake and went on her way.

6

Mickie and I only dated once. At the end of the date when I went to give her a kiss she back away. “I like You Albert, like a buddy and I don’t kiss my buddies. I like Girls.” The next time we went out it was like buddies, not a date but that wore out fast because she was always trying to pick some dame up. Still I always thought she was a good cop but when we went to interview her just before she was going on shift Mickie got all cold and defensive and used her uniform to remind Janie she was a civilian not a cop and civilians don’t interrogate cops. I would have chalk that off to stubborn pride until she said, “You better back off that case sweetie if you know what’s good for you.”

7

Janie Anne wouldn’t back off. She was playing her roll seriously and pushed a little harder. “I know for a fact that the traffic light was green when Albert Blinkaster stepped into that intersection.”

“How could you know that…unless you were there.?”

The question caught Janie Anne off guard because she did not know how she knew the  light was green. But by then it didn’t matter. Mickie Dantly suddenly got real nervous and that told me stuff I did not want to know. She was crooked, just like Jarron Janice.

“Why was Albert run down?” Janie Anne demanded before I could interject.

“Look. It wasn’t suppose to happen that way. Albert was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He pushed past the real target and got smucked instead.”

“Who was supposed to get aced?” I caused Janie Anne to ask.

“I guy named Benny Jerrol who was going to crap out on the organization.” Mickie explained but I couldn’t figure out why she was spewing her guts until she grabbed Janie Anne and hustled her out the back door of the station.

8

Mickie pulled her gun as soon as the door banged shut and aimed it at Janie but she never got the chance to shoot. Instead the gun report came from across the alley and a bullet hit Mickie in the side of the head. She was dead before she hit the ground and I was back standing in front of the purgatory secretary again.

“I know how it happened. It was an accident after all…sort of. I was not…” I was saying when I realized I was not alone. Mickie Dantly was standing beside me.”

“Wholly crap.” the secretary cried out. “Now you’ve really messed things up. You are back. You are not supposed to come back and you certainly weren’t supposed to kill Officer Dantly. She is supposed to live to be a ripe old age.”

“But she is a bad cop.” I shot back.

“Bad cop, good cop who cares. That’s mortal stuff. We don’t get involved in that. That’s up to the Grim Reaper to deal with. And now we got two of you that aren’t supposed to be here. She’s Dead and you are Deadest.” The secretary nodded at Mickie then me.”

“So now what?” I demanded.

“Well she goes back. Meaning, she gets resurrected because she has to be there.”

“You go there.” The secretary pointed at the door that had the fire and brimstone behind it. The Judge is waiting. You’ll be assigned a Lawyer but I doubt it will help.

9

I suppose about now you are wondering what the hell happened to mu guardian angel. Well so was I. I had nearly forgotten about her until she showed up just before I was going to be shoveled through the fire door.

She grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back. “Sorry I am late but I got a wing caught in the cab door.”

“What now?”

 

You are going to hate me for this but this is the end of Deadest but there is one more part coming and … well…be sure to come back and read…Deader than the Deadest Dead.

 


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