Seeing the Light (A Marie Jenner Mystery Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

that is. Those, I could do without.
    Here’s the thing. I knew where I’d be going, if I let Marie move me on. No way in the world there would be the wings and clouds and shit for me. I’d been an asshole most of my life, and I knew I wasn’t sidestepping hell. However, if I just hung around, there was no sidestepping involved.
    The fact that people actually believed my death was an accident really bugged me, though. I couldn’t stand anyone thinking I’d screwed up. I wanted to clear my name. So, I tried to come up with a way to talk Marie into helping me do that, without all the “moving on” business.
    The owner of the building, George Carruthers, had hired someone else to do my work, so I spent some time following him around. I could tell from the moment I saw him that he was an idiot. A young, good looking idiot.
    He spent a lot of time making to-do lists and things like that. And he nosed around in my stuff. Arranging my tools. Throwing out my magazines. Cleaning up my piles of perfectly good wood and putting it all in a corner. Saying—out loud—that he was going to throw it all away. I spent some of my time cursing a blue streak and trying to figure out how to get rid of him.
    Mostly, I stared at the furnace, and the black streak on the cement in front of it, as if I was somehow going to understand everything that had happened to me.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Marie: Researching Farley’s Death
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Farley did as I asked, and left me alone. So, for the next couple of days, I did what I could to find out if there really was anything odd about his death. I started by interviewing people who had offices in the Palais. I hoped that something I found would jog his memory. Luckily, Mr. Latterson went out every morning with Raymond, so I had time.
    Too much time, if I was going to be honest about it. I was definitely not working hard for all the money he was paying me. Hey, whatever. It’s his money. He could give me as much as he wanted.
    Everyone I chatted with from the building seemed to have an opinion about Farley’s death, but all I really learned was, none of them—except the miserable blonde from 310 who called him a lech and was certain he drank at work—remembered anything else about him at all. Pretty sad.
    Mr. Latterson finally gave me the password to my computer, warning me that the computer was just for business. Nothing personal. Ever.
    Bosses always say that, so I decided that I just wouldn’t let him catch me. After I’d talked to most of the people from the building, I tried a little online research the next time he left with Raymond.
    I actually Googled “ghost trapped in a building.” Of course I found nothing but hours of mind numbing garbage. After I read as much as I could stand, I shut my computer down and stepped out for a breath of fresh air.
    I was only gone five minutes, I swear. When I came back, Mr. Latterson was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen.
    “You don’t actually believe in this crap, do you, Jenner?” he asked. I recognized one of the websites I’d checked out earlier that day.
    “No sir.” Why hadn’t I cleared the computer’s history cache? Why why why?
    “I catch you wasting my time again and you’re gone,” he said, conversationally. He closed the offending website and pulled himself out of my chair.
    “I understand,” I whispered.
    “Clear this off. Now.”
    “Yes sir.”
    I kept my head down for the rest of the day, promising myself I’d never do anything that stupid again.
    I would have to continue to do research at work, because I don’t own a computer. The way my finances were, I didn’t think I’d ever get one. However, I’d make darn sure that I remembered to clear the history, after I researched. Every time.
    As I was leaving the Palais that evening, I realized I hadn’t seen James, the cute caretaker. I decided I’d find him and talk to him the next day. For research, of course.
    After all,