Free Jamie Garrett - Riley Reid 01 - Jesters and Junkies by Jamie Garrett Page A

their hands dirty.
    I was at Fresh Horizons with Sam and the Stone Harbor Police for the whole morning. Like Sam predicted, we found more drugs on the premises. Several of the same white plastic rabbit masks worn by the men who invaded my offices turned up in the staff break room. A bunch of the employees were ex-convicts and current criminals. There was no question that the authorities had more than enough evidence to put just about everyone there away for awhile.
    As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t stay any longer. Despite the amount of answers I got from the raid on Fresh Horizons, I was no closer to finding out what happened to Dennis Clark. I hoped that sitting down and having a talk with Holly Kennedy, his girlfriend, would help bring resolution to the case.

Déjà Vu
     
    I found Holly Kennedy’s address online. Social media mixed with internet-based white pages made it easier than one might think. In fact, I even found it a little disturbing. She lived at the Hunters Glenn apartments.
    Hunters Glenn was the only other apartment building in town. I’d been there once or twice before. Vaguely, I remember a party or a friend of a friend who resided there. But I didn’t remember anything about it. I just knew where it was.
    To get to the Glenn took a mixture of foreknowledge and persistence. It was partly hidden from the road by thick tree cover. You couldn’t see the building at all, only the cars parked outside.
    If you managed to find the apartment building then you’d get to see the all-brick behemoth. It was much bigger than Briar Gardens. Hunters Glenn was the first-ever apartment built in Stone Harbor. Originally it was meant to house one hundred and twenty units. Like the rest of town, Hunters Glenn suffered over the years. By the time I went there to talk to Holly Kennedy, there were only forty occupied apartments.
    I parked my car outside the building. There were some kids leaning against the brick side, keeping their eyes on me. It was a little creepy. Part of me thought they were going to steal my car. Then I remembered my car was a piece of junk and not worth the effort.
    Holly Kennedy lived in Apartment 210. From the layout of Hunters Glenn, it was clear that I needed to go to the second floor to reach her, so I headed towards the stairwell which was outdoors.
    I walked up the metal and concrete stairs. They didn’t make a sound. At the top was a door that led inside the building. There was a lock on the door but it was long broken. All it took was the lightest of pushes to open it up.
    Like the marina days earlier, I knew I’d seen the inside of Hunters Glenn before. At first, I thought it was because I had indeed been there in person. But the Glenn that I visited as a teen was different than the one I saw that day. Last time I was there was in my dreams while following Dennis Clark.
    The wallpaper was an ugly green, similar to the color of pea soup. On the floors of the Hunters Glenn hallways were carpet that was once beige. Stains from dirt, cigarettes and mold had turned those carpets to an unidentifiable hue. Traces of black mold crept through the cracks between the ceilings and walls.
    All the déjà vu I felt from my dream made me a little uneasy. I don’t claim any precognitive abilities. Nor do I feel special. With that said, I knew that I was seeing things in my sleep that came to pass.
    It didn’t take me long to find Holly’s apartment. I lifted my fist to knock on the door. Before I could, it opened. There was a young African American man in the doorway. Again, déjà vu struck. Where had I seen him before? He was tall, and through is beard he scowled at me.
    “Can I help you?” asked the man.
    “I’m here to see Holly. Am I in the right place?”
    “Yeah, she’s inside. Excuse me,” the man passed by and into the hallway. I watched as he left. It might’ve been important to remember him.
    “Hello?” I called out from the hall. Inside, I could see inside the apartment. The