The Dimensional Breach

By Kevin Moore

A sequel to this book

The Queen’s Return


Also by author

The Curse Broken Warrior


I hope you find the same adventure and fantasy in this book as a reader as I found the adventure in writing it.

~ Kevin Moore

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781664166516

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THE

DIMENSIONAL

BREACH

by

KEVIN MOORE

Copyright © 2021 by Kevin Moore.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

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Rev. date: 03/30/2021

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

CHAPTER 1

The morning sun burned its long shadows across the face of the snow as Jeff Bernosky walked up the slippery flight of stairs. He stopped at the top landing and took a deep breath while the winter winds cut through his coat like a hot knife. Jeff’s hand shook as he reached for the doorknob, saying, Come on, Bernosky, only three more days until you retire from this. Jeff took another deep, cool breath, then pulled the door open and walked inside to the violence of another day.

His captain felt the cold air run across the surface of the floor. He lifted his head to see who came in. Captain Mike Stewart yelled through his office window, saying, Bernosky, get in here, now.

Jeff walked through the open door of his captain’s office, not even taking the time to remove his coat, saying, Did you want to see me, sir?

The captain stood up and said, Where have you been? Your shift started over an hour ago. Do you think you can stroll in here anytime you want, just because you’re quitting in a few days?

Jeff pulled his coat off as his temper heated his cold body, saying, I am not quitting, I have my twenty years in on the force. I am retiring from this endless bout with violence before it makes me old.

Captain Stewart knew that Jeff was serious about retiring then lowered his voice and said, Do you know what you are going to do after Friday?

The two men sat down, and Jeff calmly said, I don’t know. I just don’t know. I am tired of losing the fight against crime.

Captain Mike Stewart agreed with Jeff, saying, We will all miss you around here. You know you are always welcome back.

Jeff smiled, saying, Thanks. I needed that.

The captain pushed a file across his desk to Jeff, saying, See what you can do with this case until Friday. This is the oldest missing person’s report in our precinct. It may be the oldest in the state. No one has ever found a clue to this baffling case.

Jeff’s interest peaked as his captain continued to say, The old man has taken a turn for the worse. He is lying in a prison-hospital bed, about to die. This may be our last chance to find out the truth and close this file. Perhaps, with the grim reaper breathing down his neck, he’ll decide to clear his conscience and tell us what he really did with the missing boy.

Jeff picked up the file that dated back to 1959, then opened it and started to read. The more Jeff read, the stranger it got. Jeff knew a good detective never makes any conclusions until all the facts were gathered, but this was the wildest case he had ever read. Detective Bernosky closed the file and would continue to read it later. He stood up and put his coat back on, saying, I’ll do what I can, sir. There is not much to go on.

Captain Mike Stewart smiled as if he knew something while Jeff walked out the back door to his assigned vehicle for the past three years. Once inside his home away from home, Jeff started it up and took a deep breath of familiar smells.

Once again, Jeff opened the files and reviewed the facts in the case while driving to the prison. Digging even deeper than before, he learned there were seventeen other detectives that had investigated that case over the years. Fourteen of the reports were almost identical. Jeff turned up the prison road saying out loud to himself, Well, the old man has stuck to his story over the years.

Jeff continued to dig for the last three missing reports but was unable to locate them. It was as if they were never written. Jeff knew if there was an authorization to investigate a case, there had to be a report by the detective. Jeff pulled out the last report that was issued. Searching through the reports, Jeff found the last date that the prisoner was questioned, saying out loud again, Almost three years ago.

Jeff dropped the report on his lap when he reached the main gate of the prison. Detective Bernosky rolled his car window down and showed his badge, saying, I am here to question the prisoner 145278.

Jeff handed the authorized form to the guard and waited for the guard to let him pass through the gate. With a second look, the guard opened the gate, and Jeff found himself behind the walls of correction.

Detective Bernosky parked his car as close to the prison hospital as possible. Then he finished his review on the files, and with nothing more he could learn, Jeff turned off his engine and pushed open the car door to head inside.

Jeff fought his way through the slicing cold, making his way to the security checkpoint. When he reached the glass doors of the hospital, Jeff looked inside to see no station guard, saying, Oh, that’s great.

Jeff banged on the glass doors of the hospital to get someone’s attention, then dropped his hands in his coat pocket to keep them warm. Pacing back and forth, Jeff banged on the glass doors once more, saying, Come on, I am freezing out here.

Jeff looked down the hallway to see if someone was coming. When a guard stuck his head around the corner at the other end of the hall, Jeff placed his hands in his coat pocket once more, saying, It’s about time.

The guard slowly made his way down the long hall to the front doors, knowing that Jeff was probably cold. Jeff made a motion to speed it up as the guard reached the doors and fumbled around with the keys. With the door finally opened, Jeff stepped inside to warm air and wisecrack as the guard said, Is it still freezing out there?

Jeff nodded his head yes and bit his tongue as he handed the prisoner request form to the station guard and said, I am here to see prisoner David Inghigh, number 145278.

The guard locked the security doors back, saying, I was wondering when they would get around to sending someone to see the professor.

The two men walked down the long hall as Jeff asked, Is he really a professor?

The guard scratched his head, saying, I don’t know. That is what he is known by here.

Jeff tried to get every scrap of information he could. When they reached the professor’s room, the guard turned to Jeff, saying, I’ll be right outside if you need me.

Jeff entered his room as the door automatically locked behind him. The old man rolled his head at the sound of the door shutting and smiled at Jeff, saying, I was praying someone would come and see me before I die.

Jeff walked to his bedside and said, David Inghigh, I am Detective Jeff Bernosky.

The old man cut Jeff off, saying, Yes, yes, please sit down.

Jeff sat down next to his bed and turned on his tape recorder, saying, Do you want to make a confession?

The professor shook his head no, saying, This may be my last chance to convince you boneheads that I have been telling you the truth.

Jeff’s temper flared, saying, You mean that bull story that you have been pawning off as the truth. Tell me the real story!

The old man raised his head off his pillow as if to sit up in bed. His head collapsed back down from no strength, saying, I have been telling you cops the real story for almost forty years. No one wants to believe me.

Detective Bernosky knew from the reports what the professor thought the truth was. He just hoped the old man could still remember what really happened, saying, I think you have told that story for so long now, you believe in your own lie. Tell me what you really did with the boy’s body before you pass on.

The old professor quickly said, I have been telling you the truth. Ryan was my friend. He was like a son to me. He would come over and assist me in the experiments we were conducting. I would never do anything to harm him.

Detective Bernosky tried to trip the old man up by saying, Then why did you kill him?

Professor David Inghigh smiled, saying, He is not dead, you bonehead. He is still very much alive. He is just trapped in another dimension.

Jeff dropped his head in disgust. He knew the punch line to this fairy tale was far-fetched. He just did not know how crazy it sounded until he heard it from the professor’s own lips. Jeff felt like telling the old man off. But he still had a job to do. He had to try to crack this nutcase. Jeff lifted his head and smiled, saying, That is the story you tell everyone. Now tell me the truth. Clear your conscience before death takes the truth with you.

The old man’s eyes started to water. He knew he was not getting through to Jeff. He wiped the tear from his cheeks and said, You were my last hope to save Ryan. Please, Jeff. If you only keep an open mind and check out my story, I’ll give you the laboratory where the dimensional doorway is. I won’t need it after I die.

Jeff was moved by the old man’s tears.