Davis and Finny are out on patrol. Davis is driving and they are stopped at a red light. A tall thin black woman in a short leather skirt stops directly in front of their cruiser, places her stiletto heeled foot on their bumper and bends down to slowly adjust her fishnet stockings. She gradually lifts her eyes up to meet their stares and blows them a kiss. The woman is built like a model and has natural beauty that is outlined with little makeup. She straightens up, adjusts her skirt, and flings her long dark hair back with a sexy twist of her head, then continues across the street.
"Oh my God." Finney says in awe.
"Put your tongue back in little fellow. She was looken at me."
"Hell she was."
"I thought you already have a little something goen with that paramedic."
"I do. But I ain't dead. And hell, even a dead man would have glanced up at that."
Davis grins and nods in agreement. "So how's it goen with Grace anyway?"
"Good."
"That's all...Good? C'mon man fill me in a little."
"Nah. You mind your manners. I don't kiss and tell, and I don't' like to brag about the fact that I'm only getting like three hours of sleep a night." He gives Davis a grin.
"Ouu...that's what I'm talken about." They both make a fist and knock hands in a sequence they made up themselves.
The radio comes to life calling for all units to respond to 123 Clairview Street. The caller reported that he saw a prowler climbing into the window of the house next door.
Finney radios back that they are responding, and soon they arrive at the scene. The front door is locked but they can see a man who appears dead on the couch through the window. They walk around the house to check the back. The back door is locked but they find an open window and Finney climbs through and lets Davis in. They hear a woman's voice talking softly from another room. They draw their weapons and slowly work their way towards the voice.
Stepping into the living room they find a blonde woman kneeling on the floor next to an open heating vent, holding a bloody knife and having a conversation with herself. Behind her is the man laying on the couch, his stomach is covered with blood from what appears to be multiple stab wounds that he most likely sustained while he was sleeping. The television is on and displaying only static from a tape playing to the end and popping out of the VCR.
They carefully approach her and Davis says, "Police...set the knife down and get face down on the floor."
The woman lets out a heavy sigh and glances drowsily around the room at the officers and casually says, "Oh good...I was just going to call you but I knew you'd be here any minute." She starts to stand up.
"Stop right there. You need to set the knife down." Finny says.
She looks at the knife in her hand and says, "The knife...that's right. I got it out of the heat vent. I'm sorry...I touched it. I know I shouldn't have but I wasn't thinking clearly at the time. I was sort of in...I guess you'd call it a trance."
The officers share a glance. "Lady...you need to set the knife down...right now." Finney orders.
"Do it and get down on the floor." Davis barks.
"Ok." She drops the knife. "I guess this doesn't look too good since I hadn't called you yet. But I assure you, I'm no threat, and I certainly didn't cause this."
"Then you need to cooperate and do as you're instructed." Davis says as he approaches and slides the knife away from her with his foot. Finny cuffs her and then helps her to her feet.
"Look officers, I know this must look bad but I can explain everything."
"Save it. You can make a full statement at the station. Right now you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you..."
Earlier that day around 3 in the morning
Allison Dubois is sitting up in her bed while her husband is sleeping soundly next to her. A crowd of people are milling around in her bedroom. She pulls the covers up and tries to ignore them but then she notices one of her old roommates, a man named Pat, is pacing back and forth in front of her bed, and he is talking frantically to her, obviously distraught.
"I can't believe I let it get this far. How could I do this to her? I love her so much, I just couldn't resist, and then I couldn't stop it. It got so out of control. Remember when we were all roommates...you me and Carol? I wish I could go back to those days again. If I could do it all over I would never cheat on her."
"Pat it's good to see you...sort of. Everyone else, I'll talk to you later. Please leave us alone so we can talk." The spirits all turn and walk out of the room through the walls and Allison turns her attention to Pat. "So you cheated on Carol, why did you do that?"
"She came on to me. I'm a guy. I just thought we'd have a few flings that's all. I never thought she'd turn on me. She became like 'fatal attraction'. Calling me at home, dropping in where I worked. The more I tried to end it, the more she threatened to tell Carol. I couldn't take the stress any more. I told Carol myself."
"So I don't understand why you're here. In fact you shouldn't be here. Not if you're still alive."
"I need your help...Carol needs your help." As he says this, his shirt starts seeping red with blood.
"Oh God...Pat. Tell me what happened."
Suddenly an old lady peeks her head out of the closet. "Is this going to take long? I need to tell you where I buried my money so my kids can buy me a better coffin."
"I said later." Allison scolds her. "And it doesn't matter, they aren't going to upgrade your casket, they're going to the Bahamas with the money."
Pat walks towards her and leans over the bed. "Look at me...can you believe this shit?" The blood starts dripping onto her bed. She backs away from him and crawls up to the headboard. She pulls the blanket up to cover herself but it is yanked out of her grasp and pulled off the bed which is now totally saturated in blood.
"Pat what is happening?"
"You have to help me Allison. She did this to me and Carol is going to get blamed." He leans over her as though he is about to climb into the bed with her and she puts her hands up and pushes him away. He falls to the floor in slow motion and rolls onto his side as though he were reclining on a couch. She looks at her hands and they are covered in his blood. She reaches over and shakes her husband to wake him. The person next to her rolls over fast and the face of a woman flies up to within inches of her face and hisses, "You'll be sorry."
She lets out a loud gasp and suddenly all the other spirits begin crowding into her bedroom again. "Get out!" she screams. "All of you...get out of my bedroom!"
Her husband rolls over and awakens her. "What's wrong honey, another bad dream?"
"Yah. Did I yell out loud?"
"Yah, you just threw the kids out of the room. They climbed in bed with us because it was thundering out. So who was it this time? Your mom...my dad...Uncle Floyd?"
"No it was my old roommate Pat."
"Is she dead?"
"I don't know, she could be." She never told him that the 'Pat' she and Carol roomed with years before was a man. She let him believe Pat was a girl because it was easier than trying to convince him that there was never anything between her and Pat. And now it's especially convenient that he don't know.
"I have to go to New York. Pat needs me."
He lets out a tired sigh. "Will you be home by Friday?" He knows there is no point in trying to talk her out of it.
back at the precinct in an interrogation room
"...my husband is really supportive that way. He's very understanding. My flight got in around four thirty and I grabbed a bite to eat at the airport and looked up Pat's address. Then I got a cab to drive me out to his house. I guess it was around seven o'clock by then. Pat didn't answer the door, but I knew by that time that he wouldn't. He couldn't. I felt his passing the minute I walked up to his door. I found that the window in the back was open, of course I knew it was because the woman that killed him had left it open. I went inside and found Pat on the couch. He was already dead."
"But you didn't call the police."
"I was going to but Pat told me to take care of the knife first."
"So if you didn't kill him, why were you hiding the knife?" the detective asks.
"No, I wasn't hiding it. I told the officers...I found it there."
"You just happened to look in the heat vent and stumble across it."
"Pat told me to find it. He said that his lover had stabbed him with it and then hid it somewhere. He was afraid that Carol would be blamed for his murder because they had been fighting."
"Pat...the dead guy, told you where to find it." He says sarcastically.
"No, he told me to look for it. I didn't find it until I saw where the killer had hidden it."
"You saw her hide it?"
"Yes...I saw the whole thing. She stabbed him thirteen times. Then she opened the vent and dropped it in. Then she just walked out the door...the front door."
"Ok, so tell us who this woman is and we'll bring her in."
"I don't know who she is."
"You said you saw her."
"Only from behind."
"So ask Pat who she is." He says condescendingly.
She gives him an annoyed look and shakes her head. "It doesn't work that way."
He lets out a dissatisfied sigh and stands up. "I need to check on some things. I'll be back shortly."
He comes out into the hall where Davis and Finny have been watching through the two way mirror. "I almost feel like she's telling the truth. Her story is so ridiculous that no one would make something like that up and expect people to believe it."
"She really is out there." Finny adds.
"Did you find the wife yet?" The detective asks.
"Oh yah. She's in the debriefing room." Davis tells him.
"What did she have to say?"
"She verified that Pat confessed to cheating on her, which ended in an argument and her walking out on him."
"Does she know who the mistress was?"
"No. He told her it was someone she knew, but she didn't want to hear anymore. Said she couldn't handle it yet."
"Does she know Allison?"
"Yup. They were roommates in college about twelve years ago. They needed a third roomy to help with the rent. They placed an ad and Pat responded. They took him in and according to the wife, both women had a crush on him. He picked Carol over Allison."
"Looks like he was still trying to make that choice. Does the wife have a good alibi for this evening?"
"I believe so. She went to her sisters house, and another sister and a couple of girlfriends were there too. They all had dinner together and spent the rest of the night trying to cheer her up. They've been drinking all evening."
"Really. And did she seem to be in good cheer?"
"I guess you could say that...at least until we showed up. She took the news pretty hard. And like I said, she's half in the bag."
"So you believe her?"
"If her reaction was staged, she is the best actress I've ever seen."
The detective starts to go back in the room and Finney speaks up. "Oh I almost forgot, I spoke with Allison's Husband."
"He's here?"
"No he called to verify his wife's claim that she is clairvoyant. He said she works for the DA's office in Arizona and also helps solve murders for the police. He also verified that Allison had a dream about Pat needing help and that is why she came out here...to help her friend. But guess what hubby didn't know."
"What?"
"He didn't know that Pat...his wife's old roommate, was a guy. Allison told him Pat was a woman."
"Now that screams guilt to me."
"Are you going to book her?" Ty asks.
"Yah, everything points to her. She knew that he had exactly thirteen stab wounds, she was trying to hide the murder weapon, she lied to her husband."
"So you don't buy the 'clairvoyance'?" Finney asks.
"Do you?" Ty says with a grin. "She didn't see this coming."