Max Castle ☾ Máni (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} manen) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} paxletalelogs, |
And here he was going again, probably upsetting what could potentially be a perfectly nice evening because he couldn't stop letting his curiosity get the better of him. But, as he had before with Lucy, he couldn't shake the need to keep people informed of the weird shit going on, the things that could potentially cause them harm.
After all, Kerrin was the second to add t to the body count, and while she'd died off the property, that didn't mean that whatever was in the building hadn't had a hand in the whole affair. So he was blunt; he didn't feel as though he had to handle the affair as gently as he had with Lucy (or at least as gentle as he'd attempted to be). Richard seemed to be made of sterner stuff.
"The murder. And I don't mean Karin. There was a concierge; they found him floating face down in the swimming pool. And then you think about Kerrin..." He waved his hands as though to imply the two might be connected. Of course, Max knew more than he was telling. He knew about the room in the lobby, filled with things that belonged to ex-tenants. The ex-tenants that no one could remember, as though they were merely figments of their imagination. Surely Max couldn't be the only person who was noticing these things, but then again, he was going looking for trouble.