The wind rustle the trees nearby making the sound of rain. While the curtain rustled on an inhale of wind from outside. The morning light filtered in.
While working on this case a few unsettling things have started to happen while I sleep. One was hearing pacing footsteps while sleeping. The sound of banging on my door and the distorted voice saying get out. This was unsettling but being the tired person I am... I slept. Charles just shrugged and flipped through a car magazine while drinking his cup of coffee.
I talked to the cops working on the case it wasn't a fun meeting after all one misplaced word could have you under review at the local psychiatrist office and a suspension. Politics. "Tread careful." Carla said this while drinking her coffee.
"Just do your job don't get caught up. There are things we are not suppose to know." She said walking away. Charles has a crazy job. He saw things... His other worldly beauty didn't help but made him look even more like something was wrong. It didn't sit right, how he dressed and talked.... Sometime she swore his eyes changed color but people said she was being nasty.
Charles took a drag on his coffee. The rich earth taste mixing in with his French vanilla creamer. He warmed his inside. The day had started dry but now it started to drizzle. He had gotten permission to walk one of the crime scenes. There was a lot of red tape but they were desperate for this to stop. It was too much.
Twilight a dangerous time to be out especially when something violent had occurred. Paper work and confidential papers had to be signed. I had permission but it had to be kept quiet this was not something they wanted advertised. Yesterday had been seven now there was thirteen.
The fire department had already run through putting out most of the fire. The debris still had a hint of smoke lingering. The musty smell of wet and burning mingled together. While carefully walking through I walked by a blind man.... I stopped turned he was still there. Closer inspection he wore a blindfold over his eyes his black hair dripping wet his face pale and his lips slightly blue. A man in a soft tailored grey suit with his dress shirt buttons undone at the throat walking through the debris as if he could see in this weather. A long carved black walking stick guided him but he stopped walking. "It's not safe here... You walk between worlds. Choose carefully..." He said.
"What?!" Charles nonplussed replied. At my reply he was gone. A Spector... A six foot Spector gone. I tried to remember what he looked like. The blindfold should of been the tip or where those bandages. Was he a witness some passing through Spector. The blue lips... This was no walk in the park.
"Did you reach him?" A woman asked by a hospital bed.
"Yes." The man replied. His eyes covered in bandages. "But he doesn't know."