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  Julia Blake – Virtually Scared To Death

  Chapter 1

  “You’re not supposed to kill the fairies, you’re supposed to save them!”

  “But they keep getting in the way. I’m trying to get to the diamonds,” I said.

  “Every time you kill a fairy you add 30 seconds to your time. And if you kill more than ten fairies, which you nearly have, you’ll have to go back to level 1,” Mark patiently explained to me.

  I took my hands away from the keyboard. “I give up! It’s too frustrating. I don’t know how you can play these games all day, let alone design them.”

  “It’s fun, once you get the hang of it. Making virtual worlds is great, you can do what you like,” Mark said with a grin.

  I stood up. “I’d better get on. You pay me to clean your home, not to play games.”

  “It’s my fault for slowing you down. My latest game is nearly finished and I wanted to see how someone ... less experienced would cope with the beginning,” Mark said.

  “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment! Shall I clean the bathroom this time?” I asked.

  Mark nodded and then said, “Sit down a minute, Julia. I wanted to ask you something. It sounds silly but I’ll ask you anyway. Do you believe in ghosts?”

  I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything. I sat back down and waited for him to continue.

  Mark looked nervous as he carried on, “It’s probably my imagination but I’m sure I can hear things, and sometimes I see things.”

  “What things?” I asked.

  “I hear a little girl crying for help. And then I hear screams and the sound of machinery.”

  I looked around the apartment. “Well, you are living in a converted mill. I think young children used to work in mills like these. You might have a ghost of some poor child who got trapped in a machine and was mangled to death.”

  “That doesn’t make me feel better at all!” Mark said. “It’s probably nothing. I haven’t been sleeping well and it’ll be my imagination working overtime. One more thing, a favour?”

  I looked at my watch. I would be late for my next cleaning job if I didn’t hurry up here.

  “It won’t take long,” Mark said. “I’d like your unbiased opinion on the complete version of this game. From a beginner’s point of view.”

  “As someone a bit dim?” I said with a smile.

  “I never said that! You’re not dim at all. Someone intelligent who can tell me if the game doesn’t make sense in parts. I can email you the prototype version and you could have a quick look. You’d be doing me a big favour,” Mark said.

  “Don’t you have someone to do that for you? A games expert?” I asked.

  Mark frowned. “I do, but I’ve got a feeling that they’re not as trustworthy as they used to be.”

  I was flattered that Mark would trust me with his latest game creation. “Okay. I’ll do it. It might take me a few days to look at it properly.”

  Mark smiled. “Thanks Julia, you’re probably thinking I’ve gone mad. Talking about ghosts and thinking my colleagues are out to get me.”

  I smiled back. I didn’t think Mark was mad, but he certainly wasn’t his normal cheerful self.

  “I’ve got your email haven’t I?” Mark asked.

  I nodded.

  There was a loud beeping noise and a man’s face appeared on the computer screen in front of us.

  It was Jasper Parker. He grinned at me like a crocodile would grin at its next meal.

  “Why, if it isn’t the delectable Julia,” Jasper said, he almost licked his lips.

  I shivered. There was something about Jasper that I just didn’t like.

  Chapter 2

  I said a polite hello to Jasper and then stood up. “I’ll leave you to your call,” I said to Mark.

  I walked to the kitchen area and picked up my cleaning supplies. I didn’t mean to be nosey but I couldn’t help overhearing the conversation between Mark and Jasper. Mainly because Jasper was shouting.

  “Come on, man! The game must be nearly ready by now. I’ve got three companies in Japan waiting to buy it. I can get you big money! You don’t have to do anything, let me do it all the talking,” Jasper was saying.

  Mark quietly answered, “I’ve told you before, I’m using the local company that I’ve always used. They supported me when I first started out and I’m more than happy to stay with them. Have you heard the word ‘loyalty’ before, Jasper?”

  Jasper snorted. “Loyalty won’t make you rich. Just say yes and I’ll get things moving.”

  I didn’t want to hear anymore so I took my cleaning things into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me so I didn’t have to listen to Jasper badgering Mark.

  It didn’t take me long to clean the bathroom. I straightened some bottles and had a wipe around. I suspected that Mark cleaned his apartment before I came round so that he could have more time to chat with me. It must be lonely working from home.

  Jasper was still arguing with Mark when I came out of the bathroom. I raised my hand in farewell to Mark. He waved back.

  There was a knock at the door. I motioned to Mark that I would open it.

  I opened the door to Annabel Christie. She did her usual examination of me, looking me up and down, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

  My own nose wrinkled. Annabel’s perfume was obviously expensive but it was so overpowering that it made my eyes water.

  Annabel clutched her handbag closer and said, “Hello Julia. Don’t you have some ... scrubbing to do?”

  “I certainly do,” I said, trying to smile. “Are you coming in?”

  Annabel held her head up and walked past me.

  I didn’t want to hang around and listen to the ex spouses arguing. Mark told me that Annabel only came round when she needed something, usually money. Even though I didn’t want to know, he told me how much maintenance he pays her. It was more per month than I made all year.

  As I closed the door I heard Jasper calling out, “Annabel! How beautiful you look today? When are you going to come down to London and marry me?”

  I laughed as Mark replied, “A train leaves every thirty minutes. I can book her a ticket straight away.”

  Chapter 3

  Mondays were my busiest days and I was exhausted when I got home. I checked my messages. None from my children. Too busy living it up at university no doubt. There was one from my dad.

  I took my coat off, eased my shoes from my aching feet and then phoned my dad.

  “Hello love. I’ve had a few calls about new cleaning jobs for you. I’ve got the names and addresses. You’ll have to get someone to work for you soon, you can’t keep putting in such long hours,” Dad said.

  I collapsed onto the settee, “I know but I’m too busy working to find anyone.”

  “I can do it,” Dad offered. “It’ll give me something to do.”

  “Thanks Dad, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll come over this weekend and we’ll try and sort something out. How’s Mum?”

  “She’s got head lice again. I’ve told her to keep away from the children in her class but she won’t listen to me. I’ll be glad when she retires from that school. I’ve had to go out and get that special shampoo again,” Dad complained. “The man at the shop laughed when he saw me. He said they should start delivering the stuff to me and save me the journey!”

  We chatted for a little while longer. I took down the details of potential new clients and said goodbye to Dad.

  I turned on my computer. It was so old that it needed five minutes to warm up. I went into the kitchen an
d put a ready meal in the microwave - tuna pasta bake. By the time it was cooked my computer was ready to go.

  I logged onto my emails to see if there was anything urgent. I saw an email from Mark with the subject title ‘Here’s the game! Enjoy!’

  I was far too tired to open the game now. I looked at the other emails. Nothing needed immediate attention so I turned the computer off and then tucked into my meal.

  I wished later that I had opened Mark’s email straight away. Perhaps things might have turned out differently.

  Chapter 4

  I was back at Canal View Court on Thursday morning.

  Steve, the caretaker, was standing outside the lift. He looked worried.

  “Hi Steve, is something wrong?” I asked.

  “Did you clean for Mark Castle on Monday?” he said.

  “Yes. Why?” I put my cleaning bag down.

  “Did he say anything about going away? On holiday perhaps?” Steve asked.

  “No. He only tells me if it interferes with when I’m going to clean for him again,” I replied.

  Steve pointed to a pile of post, “If Mark goes away he tells me to collect his post and to drop it into his apartment. Look at that pile. He hasn’t collected his post for 2 days now. And you know how particular he is about collecting his letters.”

  “That is strange,” I agreed. “Have you knocked on his door?”

  Steve nodded, “There’s been no answer but I’m sure I heard some sort of noise inside. I didn’t want to use my master key in case he was in the middle of one of those games of his. I wouldn’t want to disturb him.”

  I picked up my cleaning bag. “I’m due at Ivy Brown’s apartment now. We can go and check on Mark on the way. If he’s in the middle of something, and we disturb him, I’ll tell him it was my idea to check on him.”

  Steve rubbed the back of his neck, “There’s something else. The master key to the apartments, I’ve lost it. Or it might have been stolen. I have a spare but my bosses will go crazy if they find out I’ve lost the original.”

  “Where do you normally keep it?”

  “On a hook in my office. And I keep my office locked. It’s a mystery. I’m sure I didn’t leave it anywhere,” Steve said worriedly.

  “We can have a good look for your key later. Let’s go and check on Mark first,” I suggested.

  We got into the lift.

  On the way up Steve said, “I could do with some more of your business cards. We’ve got new people moving in and I always suggest you as a cleaner.”

  I smiled. “I know you do, Steve, and I can’t thank you enough. I haven’t got any cards with me but I’ll drop some off next time.”

  “You don’t have to pay me, you know, every time you get a new client through me,” Steve looked uncomfortable. “I don’t like taking your money, you work hard for it.”

  “I absolutely insist on paying you. It’s only a small amount and I declare it on my taxes! I love cleaning these apartments. They’re much nicer than some of the places I’ve cleaned.”

  We got out of the lift and walked towards Mark’s door. I could hear something.

  “It sounds like the game Mark was showing me the other day,” I said.

  “So he is away with his fairies! We don’t need to bother him,” Steve began to walk away.

  All of a sudden I felt uneasy.

  I stopped Steve. “I think you should open the door. I’ve got a feeling that something terrible has happened to Mark.”

  Chapter 5

  Mark was lying on the floor near his computer. I called out his name and ran over.

  “Is he all right?” Steve’s voice trembled.

  It didn’t take me long to discover that Mark was dead.

  “You need to phone the police, and an ambulance,” I told Steve. I didn’t know what the procedure was for dealing with a dead body, I’d never found one before.

  Steve walked over and crouched next to me. His hands shook as he touched Mark on the arm, “Is he ... dead?”

  I nodded. “Do you want me to phone the police?”

  Steve straightened up. “No, I’ll do it.”

  He took out his phone and was soon talking to someone. I looked at Mark. His face was twisted. There was a bottle of pills lying open at his side. I recognised the bottle from his bathroom, but there was something different about the pills, they looked a darker blue than normal.

  Steve finished on the phone. He walked closer to Mark and looked at his face.

  “He looks like he’s been scared to death. Do you think it was his heart? He had a weak heart, you know.”

  “I didn’t know, he never spoke about it. I noticed the pills in his bedroom, and the ones next to his bed. I didn’t like to ask him about them,” I answered.

  Steve went on, “He used to work for a marketing firm in London. He told me it was a stressful job and he had to work long hours. His wife, well ex wife now, kept wanting more and more things. He had a heart attack when he was forty.”

  “Is that why he works alone now? Less stress?” I asked.

  “Must be. I think he has to keep taking tablets, to keep his heart healthy. My granddad has the same ones but they’re much stronger,” Steve said. Then he sighed, “If it was a heart attack, that’s an awful way to go, all on his own.”

  I agreed. “What did the police say?”

  “They’re sending someone round now. They said they’d get an ambulance sorted too. Will you be okay here on your own? I’ll go downstairs and wait for the police.”

  “I’ll be fine, I’ll just ring Ivy Brown and let her know I’ll be late today.”

  Steve left me alone with the dead body.

  I wasn’t scared. It didn’t feel like a dead body. It was Mark. Someone who I’d become friends with over the years.

  I looked around the room. I noticed the computer game was still playing. He must have been putting the final touches to it. I’m surprised the computer hadn’t gone into sleep mode if it hadn’t been touched for a while. Mine did.

  I didn’t know how long Mark had been dead, although he’d felt cold when I checked him for vital signs.

  If Mark had died from a heart attack, what had brought it on? His tablets were near by. If Mark took some at the onset of an attack, why didn’t they work?

  I was beginning to get a peculiar feeling about Mark’s death.

  Chapter 6

  The police arrived within ten minutes.

  A tall thin man approached me. “I’m Detective Inspector Clarke. Who are you and why are you contaminating the crime scene?”

  “I was just making myself a cup of tea, for the shock,” I replied. I put the kettle down that I was just about to fill.

  DI Clarke said loudly, “Don’t touch anything else! You could be destroying evidence.”

  I felt guilty as I walked over to the inspector. He had such a stern look in his eyes that I felt I should be confessing to something.

  I told him who I was and what I was doing there.

  “Is this a crime scene? Is that why you’re here?” I asked.

  DI Clarke gave me a stern look again. “We always investigate sudden deaths in people’s homes. Do you think it’s a crime? Do you know something that you want to tell us? How well did you know the deceased?”

  I gulped. “Do I need a solicitor?”

  DI Clarke said, “Do you think you need one?”

  “No! I haven’t done anything. I came here to clean for Mrs Brown. I hadn’t seen Mark, Mr Castle, since Monday,” I gabbled on.

  The inspector pointed to a nearby constable and said, “Take a full statement from Ms Blake here.”

  The constable opened his notebook and began to ask me about what had happened from the moment I walked through Mark’s door. As I did so I remembered something about the tablets.

  “It’s a new bottle,” I told the constable. “He didn’t need to open a new bottle. He had a half full one in the bathroom and one next to his bed. Why did he need to open a new bottle?”

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bsp; The constable walked over to DI Clarke and said something quietly to him. DI Clarke nodded and the constable walked into the bathroom, and then the bedroom.

  When he returned I heard him say to DI Clarke, “There are no other bottles anywhere.”

  “Yes there are! I saw them on Monday,” I said.

  DI Clarke gave me a searching look. Again I felt the need to confess. He said to the constable, “Bag the tablets on the floor and have them tested.”

  Then the inspector walked over to me and said, “Tell me everything you know about Mark Castle. Did he have any enemies?”

  “Do you suspect murder?” I asked.

  “I’m not ruling it out at this stage,” the inspector said.

  I frowned, “Who would want to murder Mark? He was one of the kindest people I knew.”

  Chapter 7

  I told the inspector that I had a cleaning job to go to and that I was already late.

  He gave me his card and said, “We’ll probably need to speak to you again. If you can think of anything that could help, give me a ring on my direct line.”

  I took the card, picked up my cleaning bag and walked up the next flight of stairs.

  Ivy Brown was waiting for me at her open door.

  “What’s going on down there?” she indicated down the stairs. “I saw the police cars from my window.”

  I told Ivy what I knew, about Mark and his possible heart attack. I didn’t add anything about a suspicious death.

  Ivy pursed her lips and folded her arms. “I bet he was murdered and it was probably that flashy ex wife of his. I’ve heard them arguing, you know. His apartment is right under mine. Well, I’ve heard her shouting at him. Always asking him for money. She probably did him in so she can have all his money.”

  I gently pushed my way inside and started getting my cleaning things ready. The windows looked as if they could do with a polish.

  Ivy followed me and carried on talking, “Did you know Mark was rich? You wouldn’t think so by the clothes he wore. He made a fortune from his computer games business. It wouldn’t surprise me if that ex wife of his had wangled herself onto his life insurance policy.”