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1313-Going Up?

1313-Going Up?

Gehrig, Aaron
Bats, Aryn

Paperback

Mystery & Thriller

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ISBN13: 9798270117290
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Oct 16 2025
Pages: 342
Weight: 1.01
Height: 0.71 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
It was now 1996, and there was a building on 102 Avenue in downtown Edmonton the city didn't talk about anymore. On paper, it was just another relic of the early nineties, a thirty-story high-rise that promised luxury living and architectural perfection.Rooke Tower.Built on ambition, finished in tragedy. They said the thirteenth floor was never built. The blueprints jumped from twelve to fourteen, like most towers do, because superstition sells better than honesty. But sometimes, when the moon was full and the night air turned that strange, electric blue, the elevator stopped where no button existed.The doors slid open.A hallway waited.Dim lights. Patternless wallpaper. A single suite at the end with a black door and a silver handle.Room 1313No one who'd ever stepped inside had come back down. Eight people had vanished from Rooke Tower over the past five years. All caught, for a split second, on the lobby camera stepping into the elevator... then gone.The city blamed faulty wiring, unregistered renovations, or doctored footage. But one detective wasn't convinced.Tabitha Darquequist didn't believe in ghost stories. She believed in patterns, in cause and consequence, in missing persons who deserved to be found. That's why she was here, at 11:58 p.m., the night of the full moon, staring at the tarnished elevator doors that gleamed like the surface of a pond before rain. The building hummed around her, a low metallic breath, as though it was waiting. She pressed the call button.The light flickered once... twice...Then the doors slid open with a sigh that sounded almost human.Tabitha stepped inside alone. The air smelled faintly of ozone and old metal. She touched the panel and stared at the floor numbers climbing steadily: 1... 2... 3...The elevator hummed louder. Something shifted in the cables. A chill brushed her neck.Going up? a voice whispered from the speaker mounted in the roof. She recognized the voice, it belonged to Elias Rooke. Missing since October, 1991.She only knew the voice because of a recording found in a cassette recorder in Lily Crane's studio.Tabitha froze.

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