Dead Completely: An Afterlife Adventures Novel, #6
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Newly dead Bridget Sway is finally settled and content. Mostly.
When she gets her first assignment as an Independent Authority agent, Bridget is determined to close the simple matter of paperclip theft quickly and move on to something more challenging. As if on cue, she stumbles upon the dead body of the Commander of Afterlife Arrivals.
Within hours she's the front runner in the race to replace him, which has the police suspecting her involvement in the death and the real killer making an attempt on her life.
With pressure from the Independent Authority to win the race, accusations flying from the other candidates as well as the police and her housemates trying to get involved in the investigation, Bridget must unmask the real killer before they take her out of the race for good.
If you like sassy heroines who break all the rules, laugh out loud humour and whodunnits that keep you guessing until the very end, then tag along with Bridget Sway on her afterlife adventures.
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#6 Dead Completely
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#10 Dead Confused
#11 Finally Dead
#12 Dead Conclusion
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Dead Completely - Jordaina Sydney Robinson
CHAPTER ONE
Hunkered down beneath the main desk at the front of my usual arrivals classroom, I was absorbed in my sleepy daydream of stalking down the catwalk at Paris Fashion Week. Despite imagining it for almost three hours, I had yet to make it to the end of the runway fully clothed. I usually made it about halfway down before I changed my mind about which designer I wanted to give the honour of dressing me. But there was something wrong with my heels on this catwalk turn. They sounded more tappy than clicky.
It wasn’t until imaginary catwalk me paused mid-strut to check her heels and the tapping continued that I realised it wasn’t her heels making the noise. There was someone in the classroom.
The taps, almost like breadcrumbs, led my attention to the stationery cupboard. The drawn out creak of a door opening filled the silent room. This was it. This was the moment. The evil villain had finally shown up and I was going to catch them red-handed, save afterlife arrivals from a paperclip shortage and take an extremely long bubble bath to work the stiffness from my body.
That was if I could extricate myself from underneath the desk quickly enough to catch them in the act. All of my limbs were locked into place and some degree of numb. I tried to shuffle out, but I’d folded myself in the space so tightly it just wasn’t happening. Grabbing my right calf, I physically straightened out my leg and manipulated my ankle joint to get some feeling back into my foot.
Pins and needles savaged my toes as the feeling came back. I yanked my other leg out, treating it to the same ministrations, wincing as it cracked. I shuffled forward on my bum like an arthritic crab and popped my head above the desk to see what was happening.
Admittedly, not the most stealthy of observations, but it had been such a long night. From my position, the stationery cupboard was on the left wall and the door opened outward, toward the front of the room, so it blocked the evil mastermind from my view.
Using the desk for support, I struggled to my feet, dreaming of a steaming hot bubble bath for all my aches. At this rate, the villain would be able to empty the entire stationery cupboard and stroll back out before I’d even managed to stand unaided.
I tucked my beautiful Charlotte Olympia high heels, the same pillar box red as my hair, neatly underneath the desk, so they wouldn’t get damaged if it came to a fight. A girl has to have priorities.
I wanted to tiptoe across the classroom like a stealthy ninja, but the best I could do was a slow limp, like my grandma after her second hip replacement. So much for my catwalk career.
Pausing behind the stationery cupboard door, I smoothed my hair to make sure my ponytail was still neat and quickly finger-combed my fringe, then pulled at the legs of my white jumpsuit to try and ease some of the creases around the crotch and knees, but they were chiselled in. I wanted to look the part when I captured my first criminal. Or not the part exactly, I just wanted to look good. Or at the very least, nimble enough to convince the villain I would be able to give chase if they thought about running. And that was important because I was not agile enough.
Grabbing the side of the door for support, I pounced into the open doorway.
Freeze, scumbag!
I tried super hard not to wince as my bare feet slapped the tiled floor, my neck cracked with the sudden movement and my right knee made a noise that did not sound like something a healthy joint should make.
The paperclip thief shrieked and whirled around. Bridget?
One hand massaging my lower back, I straightened up out of my scumbag-catching-crouch and frowned at the decidedly not-scumbag. Sean?
What-what-what are you doing here so late?
Sean placed three boxes of paperclips back on the shelf. He fussed over them, arranging the piles into neat blocks as though he hadn’t been doing anything wrong. Disappointment filled my entire body to the brim.
Oh, Sean. Tell me you’re not the one stealing paperclips.
My hope of solving this case and being the youngest ever IA super spy dying right there.
What? No. What? Of course not, Bridget. That would—
Sean hung his head, shuffling from one foot to another. With his diminutive stature, clad in the blue polo shirt and beige chinos of afterlife induction leaders, he looked more like a child caught stealing a biscuit. Okay, yes. It’s me. Do you hate me now?
For stealing paperclips?
I sighed and motioned him out of the cupboard. Admittedly, I do find it easy to hate people for even the smallest of things, but paperclip theft is a little too petty, even for me.
That wasn’t actually true. Nothing was too petty for me, but I liked Sean.
Are you going to report me?
I closed the door once Sean was out but clung on to the handle for support since my right ankle still didn’t feel right. Are you building a bomb with them?
Sean’s head jerked up, horror rippling over his face as he clutched his hands to his chest. Of course not!
Are you making any type of weapon of mass destruction?
No!
"Are you making any type of weapon of minor destruction?"
I would never hurt anyone, Bridget. Never. I can’t believe you would even ask that.
I’m asking ’cause if you’ve just been borrowing them to paperclip stuff together at home, I don’t really see there’s anything worth reporting. Everyone has paperclip needs.
Sean’s attention jumped around the room before finally landed back on me. You won’t report me if I use them to paperclip things together?
"You don’t necessarily need to paperclip things together. You could make necklaces with them. That was pretty much the only other use I could think of.
The important thing is you’re not using them to create weapons. I feel like that is an important distinction here."
I make animals with them.
I angled my head because I was pretty sure I’d misheard. You make whatwhat with them?
Animals. Animal statues. I don’t sell them or anything,
he rushed on. So I don’t gain any income. But after a long day here, it relaxes me.
Do these animal statues come alive and kill people?
They’re made from wire, Bridget.
Sean spoke like I was the crazy person in this situation.
Do they pose a threat to anyone in any way? Like, are they likely to topple over and squish someone to death?
Sean paused to consider the question as if that could be an actual possibility. No.
Then, okay. Do you still have the last two boxes?
I asked and Sean nodded. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to nip home, grab them, bring them back and then we’re going to stash them someplace for someone to find.
But that’s dishonest.
Says the guy who stole them in the first place.
Sean hung his head and looked up at me from beneath his eyelashes. Are you going to tell?
No, that’s why we’re concocting this plan. And if anyone asks about paperclip discrepancies, you tell them, unequivocally, you have no idea what they’re talking about. You know nothing about missing paperclips. Do you understand?
Sean nodded. What are you going to do while I’m gone?
Wait for you to get back.
And do some lunges and stretches to get a reasonable range of movement back into my limbs. And very possibly take a nap now all the excitement was over.
Okay. That makes sense.
Be quick.
I shooed Sean out of the classroom.
Sean turned at the door. "Bridget? Why are you here?"
Pure chance. Be quick, okay?
Sean looked as though he were going to question me further, but I ushered him out of the door. With him gone, I stepped into the cupboard to see if there was a place we could stash the missing paperclips. Somewhere I could claim they had logically fallen from the shelf and been easily missed during the inventory. I figured if I found
at least the latest two missing boxes and paperclips stopped disappearing from here on out then no one needed to know about Sean.
Although we’d have to find him another way to get paperclips because everyone needed an outlet. There were plenty of stores that sold them, not to mention every office everywhere had paperclips, so it shouldn’t be that hard.
I pulled the stationery door almost closed to hide me if someone else came in the room. It wasn’t as if I was expecting anyone—I had no clue what they could possibly need from our classroom—but I just didn’t want to get caught. I was pretty sure I could fob Sean off with some random excuse as to why I was there since he was in the wrong too and maybe wouldn’t ask too many questions, but anyone else? It was better not to chance it.
I stared at the oh-so-neat shelves. Typically, I’d have approved of the OCD neatness, but it didn’t help our case. There was nowhere two boxes of paperclips could hide. It was likely the first and only time in my life I would’ve chastised someone for being so organised.
When the classroom door opened again, I was about to call out to Sean and ask what was wrong because there was no way he’d gotten home and back so quickly. But then a woman giggled.
Her voice was breathy. Oh, you’re so naughty.
I froze where I was because that was not the tone you used when someone actually had been naughty.
A man’s equally breathy voice filled the room. Yes, I am.
I reared back from the door as if I could do the same for the situation and my back bumped the shelves. I disturbed a mini pyramid of staples, but the couple were too busy to hear.
Thank you so much for helping me,
the woman continued putting on a husky, in-the-mood voice. I could tell she was putting it on because no one spoke like that in real life. No one. Her voice sounded familiar, but with the faux huskiness, I couldn’t quite place it.
Oh, baby, you are so welcome.
There were some sloppy kissing noises that had me suffocating a retch. He deserved it.
Furniture scraped across the floor and heavy breathing turned into panting. There was no way I could hide while that happened. No way. I was about to burst out of the cupboard and inform them that the newly transitioned used those chairs and desks every day and for them to kindly take it somewhere more appropriate, but then I realised I couldn’t. I had no right or explanation to be there any more than I was betting they did.
Maybe I could sneak out while they were occupied. There was no point trying to stay where I was. With the OCD organising, we weren’t going to be able to pass off finding the paperclips in this cupboard. We’d have to put them somewhere else. Maybe take a chance and stack them in the central stationery cupboard.
I reached for the door handle and stopped. Maybe this interaction was what I was supposed to be investigating all along and Tommy had assigned me the paperclip theft thingy as a cover. Perhaps it was a test of my information gathering skills. Surely that would make more sense than paperclip theft. Maybe the guy was a Ghosting Buster or a high-ranking member of the afterlife police, and the woman had committed some crime and was using her feminine wiles to get out of it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that from a feminist point of view. But then, maybe she was a high ranking something or other and he was using her. I thought about that for a second, but it didn’t make the whole thing feel any less icky.
And if any of that were the case, why wouldn’t Tommy have just told me that in the first place? That was what the IA were supposed to investigate. Suspicion of corruption in other agencies, not missing paperclips. I tried to listen to the couple on the other side of the door without actually listening, just to try to get an idea of their location. The direction of the grossness seemed to be coming from the back of the classroom. If that were the case, there was no way I was getting out without being seen because I still had to retrieve my shoes from under the desk. And no way was I leaving them unattended.
My afterlife sucks.
I was just going to have to tough it out and try and get a peek of them when they left. Cursing the stupid couple on the other side of the door again, I stuck my fingers in my ears, and hummed softly. When that didn’t work, I started to replay the film I’d watched the night before at full volume in my mind while trying to block out the noises as much as possible.
Bridget?
Sean shook my shoulder gently. I blinked at him and my eyes stung. He was horizontal. But somehow he seemed upright as well. Did you fall asleep? It’s late. We should get you home.
Some part of me recognised that he was talking at normal speed, but my brain had slowed it down so it could understand what was happening.
Yes,
I said after what I was pretty sure was a longer than necessary pause. I mentally checked where my limbs were so I could get them moving when pain flared up and demanded my attention. I tried to work out what hurt, but it felt like everything. A sharp corner was digging into my forehead while something like the edge of a ruler was gouging a valley across my cheek. Also, across my right forearm. And my left palm. And all along my bottom. Something about that seemed very wrong.
Here.
Sean tentatively reached toward me when I hadn’t moved. He took hold of my shoulders and straightened me up. My back cracked in three places. Sean let me go and leapt back, wincing. Did I break you?
Maybe.
I groaned and massaged my lower back, glancing around the cupboard. Did I fall asleep standing up?
Sean winced as he looked at me. I wouldn’t call what you’re doing standing.
It was a fair point. Now more awake I could recognise that I’d fallen asleep on the shelves in a sort of back to front number seven shape. It wasn’t rulers digging into me—it was the shelves.
Did you see anyone come out?
No. Why?
We should probably disinfect these desks before class tomorrow.
I tried to roll my shoulders, but a muscle in my neck cramped and told me, via shooting pain, to stop.
Okay.
Sean nodded. No questions. He just accepted it. Here are the paperclips.
He placed two small boxes in my hand. I’m sorry it took me so long. I had to amputate Rexy’s leg and bend them back into shape, so I’d have enough to fill the boxes.
You amputated someone’s leg?
Why did nothing make sense when I’d just woken up. I shook the boxes in my hand. Definitely sounded like metal.
He can’t stand on his own anymore, but he can stay upright if he leans on Dippy.
I stared at him. I have no clue what you’re saying right now.
Sean led me out of the cupboard. In the office light, his eyes were swollen and raw, as if he’d been crying. Maybe I’d heard him right and he really had amputated someone’s leg. Why hadn’t he told me the consequences before hacking off a person’s limbs? And how did that help him get the paperclips back? Was he using them as an artificial hip? I shook the boxes again. It was definitely metal inside.
He was a tyrannosaurus rex, but I called him Rexy for short.
Sean’s lip quivered as if the loss were still too raw to talk about.
You make animal models.
The memory of the conversation came back slowly.
Yes.
Not just animals. You make dinosaurs. You made a tyrannosaurus rex out of paperclips?
I asked because that just didn’t seem like something the average person would be able to do. "Man, are you in the wrong job. I’m not sure what job would enable you to do crazy creative stuff like that, but maybe we should look into it."
Sean gestured around the classroom. I’m an induction leader. That’s my job.
"Sean, just because someone looked at you and saw that, doesn’t mean that’s really who you are. And even if it is, it doesn’t mean that’s all you are. I know people in the afterlife don’t really change jobs, but there are ways and means. We should look into this."
Sean grabbed my hand and clutched it to his chest, his red-rimmed eyes full of hope. Do you think so? Do you really think there’s more to me than welcoming newly dead people?
Yes, Sean, I really do.
Although how I’d gone from having to find a paperclip thief for the IA to promising Sean a new job where he could make animals models from stationery supplies completely confounded me. This is why I shouldn’t let people talk to me when I’d just woken up. I needed to get a sign made. Or a hat with a veil I could lift when I was ready to converse. Who was I kidding? If I had a hat like that, I’d never lift the veil.
Which arm of the bureau do you think would have jobs like that?
Sean asked.
Let me get my shoes, stash these paperclips in another cupboard where we can say we mislaid them and go home.
I limped across the classroom. At this point, I doubted a bubble bath would help me. Perhaps a chiropractor. Or an entire body replacement. We can talk about your job opportunities tomorrow.
Bridget?
Mm-hmm?
Using the desk as support, I levered myself into a crouch to reach for my shoes. My hand was already outstretched when I realised they weren’t there. How could they not be there? I was sure I’d placed them neatly to one side. I stared at the empty space. Maybe I’d moved them somewhere safer when I’d been preparing to apprehend the paperclip thief, though I didn’t remember doing that. I was sure I’d tucked them under the desk.
How did you catch me?
You’re not exactly the thief of the century.
I moved the chair out of the way to check they weren’t hiding behind it. They weren’t. Nor were they on top of the desk. I stood back to take in the whole of the desk and surrounding space. No shoes. Had I put them in one of the drawers?
But how did you know I’d come in here?
he asked while I rooted through the desk drawers that were clearly not big enough or deep enough to hide my beautiful four-inch heels.
All the other classrooms were either locked or full, and the main cupboard is on the thoroughfare so it would be an unlikely target. So if whoever was ste—borrowing the paperclips, if they were going to get some more tonight, they had to get them from this stationery cupboard.
I closed the last drawer and got down on my hands and knees to thoroughly inspect the space underneath the desk.
I couldn’t take any credit for the plan. It was all Sabrina. I’d told her the assignment, given her the afterlife class schedule and map of the floor that Tommy had given me when he assigned me the case. Although her ex-private investigator brain had misgivings, she’d helped me formulate a plan. And by helped me
I meant she’d told me what to do.
Where the hell are my shoes?
I surveyed the classroom. They were absolutely not anywhere in the room. Had I taken them in the cupboard with me? I was sure I hadn’t been wearing them when I’d tried to apprehend Sean. Had I come back out and put them on without realising? And then taken them off again when that couple had come in? I checked my feet to make sure I wasn’t wearing them. I wasn’t. Okay, so I wasn’t that out of it.
I know you’re a responsible citizen, and you’re really trying to be better.
Sean watched me, confusion on his face while I crossed the room and went back into the cupboard. But how did you know about the paperclips?
Because it’s my job.
I walked back out of the cupboard and frowned around the classroom. Can you see four-inch red suede heels anywhere in this room? They have a gold island platform base.
I turned in a circle. There’s nowhere else they could be. And it’s not as though they could walk out on their own so—no!
Sean nudged my arm. Are you okay?
"No! That floozy stole my shoes!"
CHAPTER TWO
"I knew I should’ve walked out." Why had I thought taking them off was a good idea?
Bridget?
Sean tugged on my sleeve. I turned to see his eyes shining with excitement as he shuffled from foot to foot as if he couldn’t contain it. Are you a secret GB operative?
"Sean? Someone has stolen my shoes. Can we please focus on the important things?"
"I knew it. Sean clapped on one hand with the other. It was an odd gesture without his clipboard in between. Almost immediately he slouched as all the excitement whooshed out of him.
You have to turn me in. It’s your job."
"I’m not a secret GB operative. I’m far too smart to join their ranks. And too classy. And I’m not turning you in for stealing paperclips to make animal models as a therapeutic outlet for your very stressful job. I held up a finger to shush him before he spoke.
There is one condition."
What?
You need to help me hunt down the trollop who stole my shoes so I can get them back, beat her to death with a chair and make Charon drag her to hell.
Sean winced. Do you think perhaps beating someone to death with office furniture is a little excessive?
"She stole my shoes, Sean. I pointed to my bare feet.
My shoes."
I must have been wearing crazy all over my face because Sean stepped back, pressed his lips together and nodded. Okay.
Good. Let’s dump these paperclips in the main cupboard and start listing suspects.
I grabbed the