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I walked down the side walk to my apartment building. It was I crappy little place and always had been. But when I got married and Tonya said she wanted to live in New York it was all I could afford. I opened the door and the always present vale of smoke hung over the lobby. All three of the door keepers smoked so there was never anytime for the fog to lift. I walked passed Gary without saying a word. I had learned a long time ago it was no use trying to make small talk with the old geezer. Gary was like a monument. He has been coming in at six p.m. every night since he was a teenager. Gary is one of those sad life stories you don’t feel sad about. He was to lazy to get off his butt and find another job so there he was and here he is. I made my way up the seven flights of stairs. They sighed under my weight. I had learned to trust them. They hadn’t given way in almost twenty five years so why should they now. I paused on the platform at the top of the stairs as always Martha Gordwell was making her nightly walk of the hallway. She is another one of those sad life stories but believe me you don’t want to hear about her. I walked the last few steps to my apartment door and sighed.

“Am I gonna be one of those crazies” I murmured to myself.

I opened the door and the familiar smell of stale cigarettes drifted my way. I started smoking again shortly after my ex packed up and left. I had stopped doing most of everything when I met her. If she had stayed around I probably wouldn’t be in the condition I am now.

I headed for my room. “No dinner tonight…” I just wasn’t up for it. I took a quick shower and flopped my fifty years and forty pounds over weight worth of body onto my bead. After smoking a quick cigarette I drifted into what I knew would be a fitful sleep.

“…God I hate that clock…” I rolled out of bed after a night of my mind repeating that scene over and over again. I opened my eyes to see nothing interesting. My room isn’t cluttered other than the pants and shirt hung over the back of the only chair in the room and the pile of cigarette butts on the side table. There is an old antique dresser that was given to me and my wife as a wedding gift. She told me when she was leaving she hated it and wish that I’d burn it and then jump in with the stupid thing. The only window in the room offered me a clear view of the garbage can of the building next door and nothing else. The rooms is only clean because I spend all my time at work. With a big yawn I walked to my bathroom and got ready for work. I knew the office would want information on our Jane Doe and I needed to look presentable. I got dressed, ate breakfast, and headed out the door. After walking the nine blocks to the office I was covered in sweat and out of breath. “So much for looking presentable.” I grumbled. “I gotta stop smoking.” As I walked into the building and started down the hall way I heard him.

With a sigh I turned around to see Rick Steal walking, no, running toward me. He is what you would call the rat in the office.

“Hi Rick.”

“Did you find anything interesting inside our Jane Doe?”

“Even if I did why is it any of your business?”

“No need to be a grouch Rivers I was just asking!”

I hate it when he plays innocent. Everyone one knows he wants to be the first to know everything so he can take credit for anything special.

“No, no I didn’t find anything interesting. She was your normal druggie who OD’d on a mixture of whatever she could get her hands on.”

“Oh, okay.” I saw the last rays of hope for brown nosing to the boss about the issue fade from his face. Just as quickly as he’d showed up he walked away without even a goodbye.

As I walked down to the lab I thought about what I had just said to Rick.

Any other time I wouldn’t have given the conversation a second thought. But for some reason I couldn’t help but feel I was wrong….very, very, wrong

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