Acting on Instincts: Double Intuition

Carmen's sixth sense, his intuition, told him that something was not right. Acting on instincts alone, he immediately pulled back from the open doorway to the large, construction building. It should not have been open.

"What is going on here?" he wondered. Was sheer instinct sufficient reason for him to back away? Regardless, he pulled back further and further, concealing himself deep in the dark shadows cast by the construction building.

"Something is not right!" He listened closely and the silence seemed almost deafening. "It is too quiet here!" he thought to himself. Normally, there would be some night sounds, but total silence? "There should be a watch dog barking!"

Carmen was a young, independent, private investigator, whose livelihood depended upon his astuteness and awareness of what was going on around him. He also knew that being constantly alert to what was happening could possibly save his life. Little did he know how true that was going to be.

He cautiously backed further into the dark shadows, aware that something was happening inside. Just in time, he managed to stifle a sneeze, as he caught a whiff of a heavy, pungent odor that penetrated the air. He instinctively covered his face with his scarf. He waited. Several minutes later, he heard heavy footsteps coming from within the building, as someone was heading towards the doorway. Carmen ducked down.

"We'd better get out of here before we suffocate too," the heavy set, middle age man said to his younger 

companion, who was slighter of build.

"There is nothing more we need to do at the moment," replied the young man. "Gustaf will have to shut down his whole operation, at least until that gas leak is repaired."

"He will have to find it first."

"Will he be angry, or what!"

The men laughed aloud, as they headed towards the parking lot and drove off into the night in a large, company truck. They failed to see was the private investigator snapping photos of them, as they left.

The private investigator quickly moved further away from the building, fearful of a possible explosion.

"So Gustaf was right!"

He dialed 911 on his smart phone. "The business is being sabotaged, just like he thought."

Gustaf, who was expecting his call, answered immediately.

"I have just sent you some photos," said Carmen.

"You are worth your weight in gold!" replied Gustaf, as he quickly checked through them.

"You will need to be cautious when you get here if you enter your building, as I think your dog may have suffered ill effects from some kind of a gas."

"Barney? Oh no!"

"I notified the police and the fire department. I can hear their sirens in the distance, so they should be here within a couple of minutes."

"I am on my way, too!"

There was no doubt that Carmen's instincts had been one hundred percent correct. The police immediately found the watchdog lying on the cement floor.

"So this is company sabotage and my instincts were right, too," said the owner. "It is internal sabotage, at that. These two men were the last ones I ever expected to betray my trust."