House Training
by RH Music
May be copied to anywhere by anyone for any legal reason whatsoever.
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Introduction:
"Damn!" I cursed as the keys hit the floor. I reached down to pick them up.
"Why am I nervous?" I asked myself, out-loud. It seemed like an easy assignment.
The owner of the house, an eccentric chemist/biologist/doctor/inventor named
Jack Hewitt had died recently at Memorial Hospital. I had his keys. The State
had contracted our law firm to see if there were any claims to his estate. It
was my job to search his house for documents.
What could be easier?
"I guess this falls under 'Other duties as assigned'" I muttered to myself.
Keys in hand, I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
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Hours later I had finished searching the top two floors of the house with no
luck. In fact, it didn't even seem like the house was lived in anymore. All the
furniture was covered with sheets, and dust had collected everywhere. There was
a study and a library, but all of the filing cabinets were empty.
Strange.
Of course, the search was taking forever. It was a huge house. Mr. Hewitt had
made 100's of millions on his medical inventions.
Maybe I should give up and come back after vacation?
"Naah," I reasoned. I had told my boss that I would try and find the documents
before I left. I was looking forward to being alone for a couple of weeks,
camping along the continental divide, so it wouldn't matter if I got a late
start tomorrow morning.
With the sun setting outside, it was time to search the basement. I opened the
door and went down the steps. At the end of the stairs was a long corridor. Five
doors branched off the corridor. Four of them were locked. I opened the fifth
one and carefully stepped inside.
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