CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and EIGHTY-TWO
Saturday afternoon — 4:15 P.M.
“You sure you want me to be there?” Ava said.
She and Seth were driving down Broadway toward the downtown Denver Police Headquarters.
“If you want to make sure no one blames you, you should be at the press conference,” Seth said. “Jeez, what’s that?”
Seth pointed to a line formed around the Church nightclub.
“They’re waiting to see Jeraine,” Ava said. “You’re sure we have tickets?”
“We have tickets,” Seth said. “That’s a lot of people.”
“The station’s been playing his music non-stop,” Ava flipped on the radio and ran the dial to the station. Seth groaned when the heavy base kicked in. Her hand moved to turn it off.
“Wait,” Seth said. “What’s that?”
“Jeraine’s new song,” Ava said. “Someone slipped it to someone at the radio station. Very hush, hush. Everyone says Jeraine can’t leave the life but… Isn’t that Tanesha’s voice at the end? You know where she says, ‘Jer? Whatcha doin’ out here?’ and he says ‘Nothing.’”
Seth sat listening to the song.
“I like the orchestra,” Ava said. “It sounds like something you’d write.”
“I need to make some calls,” Seth said.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…