721 Anderson Avenue-14 by M.P. Arsent
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Sunday morning I was just on my way out the door when Dana of all people came stumbling in.
"Damn Dana, this is late even for you."
"What can I say? Private party after work. One of the guys is getting married."
"Well good on him. You need to crash out though."
"Care to join me?"
"You're pushing Dana, the surest way to make it not happen."
"Point taken. Later Jeff."
The day passed uneventfully and I was once again up on the roof with people.
Bob from 3a made his way over to me.
"Just a heads-up Jeff, you should be seeing somebody from family services within the next week."
"Thanks. I'll try and keep my place presentable, and myself as well. How's it looking so far?"
"We've only had the one interview so far, so hard to say."
"Well, I'll keep my fingers crossed."
I made it all the way until Tuesday before someone was ringing my bell. I went and opened the front door.
"May I help you?"
"Mr Evans?"
"Yes."
"I'm Evelyn Adams from Family Services. May I have a few words with you?"
"Do you have some identification to that effect?"
She got a smile across her face before she showed me an ID card.
"Thank you, can't be too careful."
"Quite right."
I let her inside and closed the outer door.
"Would you care to step into my apartment?"
"Well if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to tour the building while we talk."
"I understand. Anything in particular you'd like to see?"
"The apartment of Mr Kershaw and Mr Daniels please."
"I'm sorry but neither of them have left me permission for such. I can show you my apartment if it is only to get an idea of the floor space and such. They are identical in that respect."
Again a small smile
"That will suffice for today."
We were still right there so I showed her in and made it a point to leave the door open, which didn't go unnoticed.
She did a quick walk around of the place and paused before my bedroom door.
"May I?"
"Feel free to look in any room you wish."
Which is exactly what she did.
After she was done inspecting my apartment, we proceeded through the rest of the building from the basement to the roof garden. She questioned me along the way.
"I'm well aware of the make-up of this building Mr Evans. Do you foresee any problems?"
"I do not. You may not have been informed, but it was required that Mr Kershaw and Mr Daniels poll the building before they even approached your office."
"I wasn't aware, but that sounds a good policy. I was concerned more with.......predators."
"That I know of, none are disposed that way. My nephews spent a week here this summer without any problems of that sort."
"Which brings me to you, Mr Evans, as you will be whatever childs after school supervision. Any bad habits?"
"I don't smoke or do drugs. I have been known to have a couple of beers on the weekend. I can cook to some degree, but nothing fancy. Is there anything else?"
"Not right now."
We continued our tour of the building and even the fire extinguishers were checked to make sure they were up to snuff.
"Well, I must say, Mr Evans, I am favorably impressed with the building. Hopefully, I shouldn't have to bother you again until things are much further along in the process."
"You are most welcome to stop by whenever the need arises Ms Adams."
I escorted her out of the building. When Bob showed up from work I stopped him before he went up to his apartment.
"Ms Adams from Family Services was here today. She said she was favorably impressed."
"That's great to hear. Thanks for making the effort."
"Not a problem at all. She's going to want to see your apartment at some point."
"Well, that shouldn't be a problem."
The rest of the day, and for that matter the week, went by without incident.
Friday night and it was time up on the roof with most of the guys. It looked like it was going to be a quiet night.
No such luck.
Casey Edwards, the 5'10" brown-haired and eyed 27-year-old accountant from 4D showed up drunk as a skunk and started hitting on every guy on the roof.
He finally made his way to me.
"So, how about you Jeff? Feeling frisky tonight?"
"Not particularly Casey. I think you might just as well head in by yourself."
"You guys all think you're too good for me! I'm a highly respected accountant damn it!"
"Who has had a few too many tonight Casey. Do yourself a favor and call it a night."
"Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do? You're just the fucking super."
"Yeah, I'm just the super, who reports to the owner, who has a low tolerance for people who disrupt other people's peace and quiet. Everybody here works hard, just like you Casey and they all deserve their quiet time."
If looks could kill, I'd have been on my way to the ER.
"Fine your loss."
Casey stormed off and went inside. I happened to be looking out over the front of the building a bit later and saw Casey leaving. I hoped to hell he didn't get himself in trouble.
It wasn't much later that I called it a night and went inside and crashed.
Saturday morning and I saw Ken Jenkins in uniform, and his partner entering the building. I opened my door to find out what was going on.
"Seems one of the tenants had his wallet stolen last night."
"Had to have been Casey I'm thinking."
"Yeah, it was. He was pretty wasted last night just before I left for my shift."
"I do know he left the building about 9:30 or so. No idea when he came back or if he was alone or not."
"I hope to hell he can remember."
I let them go on up to Casey's apartment and just stayed out of it.
It was only about a half hour later that the guys came back down.
"So, was he any help?"
"Not much. He remembers heading over to Club Mann but not much else. He has a vague memory of somebody walking him home. Any surveillance cameras on the building?"
"No, but I'll mention it to the owner. Have you spoken to Dana? I'm pretty sure he worked last night."
"I hadn't thought of that. Think he is awake yet?"
"I doubt it like hell. He doesn't usually roll in until about 3 or 4 am."
"I'll talk to him later before I go in to shift. Anybody at the club this time of day?"
"Just the cleaning crew unless things have changed. Julius Armand, the owner, usually shows up there about 2 in the afternoon. The dancers, unless there is a rehearsal, don't show up until around 7, wait staff about the same."
"Think they'll cooperate?"
"I have no doubt in my mind that they will cooperate to the fullest and I'm pretty sure they have the cameras."
"Well let's hope they have something."
At that point, the officers got on their way.
I went and made a phone call to Jules, but got the answering machine.
"Just a heads up Jules, you'll probably be seeing some police officers or detectives at some point tonight. One of my tenants was there last night and he's short a wallet now. Anything you and the guys can do will be appreciated."
The rest of the day was quiet and Saturday night found me on the roof once again.
Casey was there as well, but he was off in a corner looking pretty disgusted.
I walked over to him.
"Anything new come to mind?"
"Not a damn thing."
"Well give them a little time. With any luck the cameras at the club will give them a lead."
"I hope so."