Kalake
My name is Kalake. I'm twenty years old and single. I work as a detective in New York City.
I was investigating a disappearance at the empire state building. The man, Devin Clark, worked on the top floor. In the middle of the day, he got a call. Then he left and never came back. Devin was only 25.
The witnesses agreed on that. But they never knew what happened next. Just that he got into the elevator.
I left to go to the Security room. The man in there looked at me curiously. I showed him my Badge.
"Detective Keta Kalokara. I'm working on a case. I need the elevator footage for yesterday at 1:46 am." I said.
"Alright." The man said.
Then he turned to his keyboard and began typing. Then one of the monitors changed and showed me the elevator. I watched as Devin entered.
Instead of pressing a button, he inserted a key to a slot at the bottom. Then the elevator went up. I stared at the footage strangely. I thought that he worked on the top floor.
Then after a few minutes, the doors opened up and Devin left the elevator.
"Is that it, Detective?" The man asked.
"Yes. Thank you." I said.
"No problem." He replied.
Then I left the room. This made no sense at all. He worked on the top floor. Right?
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I was talking to the only two other detectives who had the same case as me
"I heard that there was an urban legend about there being a six hundredth floor." James said.
"Yeah, and of the witnesses said that they heard Devin say something about a six hundredth floor." Mary, James' partner, added.
"I bet they were just in shock. Or they were drunk." James said.
"Whatever, James." Mary said, rolling her eyes.
"Well, there definitely was another floor, because the footage proved that he was going up." I said.
"But on the top floor there's only a down button." James said.
"Actually no. There is an up button, I think it's for a storage room or something. There was also another button on that panel." Mary added.
"But the footage showed him inserting a key into a slot at the bottom." I said.
Mary shrugged.
"You should probably talk to the guy in front. We're going to check out the storage room." Mary said.
"Ok." I agreed.
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I walked up to the man at the front desk. He was reading a newspaper.
"I need the key." I said.
"For what, Lassie?" He said, a slight country accent in his voice.
He turned the page.
"For the elevator." I answered.
He set the newspaper down and he looked at me.
"Do you know where that will take ya?" He asked.
"No. Where will it take me?" I asked, trying not to explode.
"Why do you want the key?" He asked.
"I'm a detective. And I'm investigating in the disappearance of Devin Clark who works supposedly on the top floor." I answered.
"You don't want the key, lass." He said, picking his newspaper up.
"Unless you want to get arrested you will hand that key over." I growled.
"Oh, the gods wouldn't like that." He said.
I froze. Did he just say gods?
"What did you say?" I asked.
"Nothing, lass. Run along." He answered.
The elevator doors opened. And Devin Clark walked out. He came up the man.
"Here's the key." He said.
He handed it to the man.
"Devin Clark?" I asked.
"What?" He replied.
"Where have you been? It's been a day." I said.
"Oh, sorry, I had gone out of the city for a while. I had some business out of town." He answered.
"Well, you should go to the station. Your wife sounded pretty worried." I said.
"I will. Sorry about this." He said.
Then he left the building. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the man put the key into a box on the desk.
Already, a plan was forming in my head.