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This story is being posted to Twitter in serial fashion, one post a day. I will add the posts here after each chapter is complete.

Incidental Contact

IC: Chapter 1 (posts #1-7)

IC#1: Bob staggered up to the iron door, knocked three times then grabbed his knuckles in pain. The door flew open. It was her. (...)

IC#2: "You're drunk." She spat in his face and went back inside leaving the door ajar. Bob followed her into the perfumed darkness. (...)

IC#3: Bob's eyes struggled to find shapes in the gloom. His hands had better luck, latching onto a nice pair of silk-drapped hips. (...)

IC#4: The lights came on. Bob found himself holding a widely grinning man in a kimono. Bob kissed him quickly then walked away. (...)

IC#5: She was laughing as Bob approached. "I don't know even your name." he said. She kissed him. "You've tried both, now choose." (...)

IC#6: Bob laughed and grabbed her. "Wrong choice" she laughed and kneed him in the groin. Something hard hit Bob on the head. (...)

IC#7: Bob dreamed. The woman. The bar. The invitation to the after hours party. He woke in a jail cell wondering what went wrong. (...)

IC: Chapter 2 - Back to Work (posts #8-14)

IC#8: Kay wondered where Bob could be. He never missed the office's case of the Mondays cure coffee klatch. (...)

IC#9: "Has anyone seen Bob" Kay asked. "No" responded Al from Sales, "And his cubicle looks unslept in." Everyone but Kay laughed. (...)

IC#10: Kay called Bob's home leaving a message on the machine to call her unless he was dead or something. She regretted saying that. (...)

IC#11: Al's 11 AM update of meaningless projections was interrupted by Bob's arrival, his suit covered in mud, blood and puke. (...)

IC#12: "Sorry I'm late" Bob said as he took his usual seat at the conference table. Al kept on talking but nobody was listening. (...)

IC#13: The smell emitted by Bob's suit caused a not-so-discreet negative migration of chairs. Bob pretended not to notice. (...)

IC#14: The meeting ended and everyone but Bob and Kay left the room. "We need to talk" they said together. Bob laughed, Kay didn't. (...)

IC: Chapter 3 - Fired (posts #15-21)

IC#15: The elevator doors opened. Going down. Bob picked up his belongings and pondered his sudden, but not surprising, unemployment. (...)

IC#16: Bob waved to Kay as the doors closed. The man and woman riding down with him moved to the far corners of the elevator. (...)

IC#17: The man worked upstairs. The woman was only slightly familiar. The doors opened to the lobby and Bob stepped out alone. (...)

IC#18: As the doors closed behind Bob he heard the woman scream. The elevator was on its way to the basement. He ran for the stairs. (...)

IC#19: Bob reached the basement, heard running and glimpsed a body lying in the elevator as its doors closed and continued down. (...)

IC#20: Bob ran down the stairs to the garage. A crowd had already formed at the elevator doors. "I saw him" Bob yelled. (...)

IC#21: "I saw who killed her." The crowd looked at Bob, confused. He pushed through to see the man from upstairs in a pool of blood. (...)

IC: Chapter 4 - The Arrest (posts #22-28)

IC#22: Bob told the crowd of the woman's scream. They stared at Bob. Smelled his soiled clothes. Saw his box of things. They knew. (...)

IC#23: The police arrived and everyone in the crowd pointed at the dead man and then Bob. Bob told his tale. The cops had questions. (...)

IC#24: The cops peppered Bob about the man, the woman, getting fired and his hideous stench. Bob answered without hesitation until...

IC#25: More cops arrived, some in suits. They all huddled and one-by-one peered at Bob, building up his desire to be far away. (...)

IC#26: Then a cop came running from the stairs. He showed something to the huddle of cops and they all turned towards Bob. (...)

IC#27: "Is this yours?" asked one of the suited cops, holding up what appeared to be, and in fact was, Bob's security badge. (...)

IC#28: Bob was on the ground and in handcuffs before he could answer. His pictures and plastic toys scattered on the garage floor. (...)

IC: Chapter 5 - The Alibi (posts #29-35)

IC#29: For the second time in as many days Bob woke up in a police station. This time he was naked in an interrogation room. (...)

IC#30: Three cops in white shirts and thin black ties came in, handed Bob an orange jumpsuit and said, "We had to burn your clothes." (...)

IC#31: Bob answered their questions. He thought he was doing fine till he said he didn't remember Sunday at all. The cops grinned. (...)

IC#32: Bob told the cops about getting out of jail, going to work and getting fired. Each cop frowned and looked at his notes. (...)

IC#33: The cops told Bob that his pass was used to enter the parking garage ten minutes after Bob got to Al's meeting. Bob grinned (...)

IC#34: The cops told Bob to stop grinning. They threw invented conspiracies at him till his memory clicked. It was her. (...)

IC#35: Bob told the cops of the woman at the iron door and how she was the one in the elevator. "Show us this door" said the cops. (...)

IC: Chapter 6 - The Search (posts #36-42)

IC#36: Bob had to bring the cops back to the bar where his journey began. Bob went in and order a beer. The cops dragged him out. (...)

IC#37: Bob found the alley right away, strutted down it and showed the cops the empty wall where the door should have been. (...)

IC#38: Most of the cops glared at Bob. A couple swore and went for their cuffs. One pulled out his night stick, another his taser. (...)

IC#39: Before the cops tackled Bob a voice yelled, "Hey, look at this!" It was a cop by the wall with a handfull of fresh mortar. (...)

IC#40: The cops and Bob went around the building, through a used pet store to a door that the clerk claimed was always locked. (...)

IC#41: After the need for a warrant was discussed and dismissed, one large cop broke down the door. "That's the room." said Bob. (...)

IC#42: Many hours later the cops let Bob go. As he stepped outside two bullets zoomed past his head and ricocheted off the wall. (...)