The Elevator Murders
For my friends, family, and especially my readers.
Chapter 1
As he waited for the old, slow elevator, Tony leaned against the wall, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes in frustration. He knew what he’d heard, but he couldn’t figure out where the voice had come from, other than he thought it was this floor—or not.
“Are you all right?”
He put his glasses on, turned, and saw an older gentleman who lived in the building giving him a worried look.
Tony lifted one shoulder. “Yeah, I guess. I thought I heard someone calling for help. But I can’t figure out where they are. And as far as I can tell, no one else heard it but me.”
“A ghost,” the older man replied with a wink. “This place is old enough to have them.”
“No.” Tony shook his head. “This was real. I know it
