The Death Blog — Sometimes You Have to ACT

This is the tenth installment of the Death Blog series.

“Why the fuck would you not lift his phone? Who steals a wallet?” Rosalie shook her head as we flipped through the contents of his wallet. “Seriously, you’re dead, not stupid.”

I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. I knew she was trying to help. “Sorry my pickpocket skills aren’t as polished as yours.”

Rosalie arched an eyebrow but didn’t argue. “True, true. I guess it’s sort of impressive a white bread like you could even get this,” she smiled.

We found his license and headed over to the listed address in Rosalie’s car. “Shit,” she drummed her hands on the steering wheel, “It’s a complex. Let’s at least find the right building.”

We pulled into a visitor’s spot and hopped out. It was 10 a.m. on a Tuesday and there weren’t many cars in the parking lot, but there were still a fair few.

Rosalie counted the cars and turned to me, “The spaces are numbered. Probably with apartment numbers. What do you remember about what you saw?”

I shrugged, “I dunno. It was dark, windows were small. Probably a basement unit. So look for something with an A? Shitty basement apartments always have a letter.”