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Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-four : New day (part four)


(part four)

Thursday mid-day — 12:30 p.m.
Denver, Colorado

“I was thinking …” Jacob said at the same moment a manager said, in Spanish, “I can take you over here.”

Blane, Aden, and Jacob had been waiting in line at El Taco de Mexico on Santa Fe Boulevard. The cash registers appeared to be down so they had waited in line for a long time. After ordering tacos and burritos, they made their way to one of the tables outside.

“What were you doing thinking?” Blane asked Jacob.

“What?” Jacob asked as he sat down.

Blane grinned at Jacob. Shaking his head at the idea of Jacob’s “thinking”, Aden sat down.

“Oh yea, sorry,” Jacob said. “I’m serious about my tacos.”

This I know,” Blane said, as he sat down.

Jacob gave them a moment to settle into their seats.

“When we were off, I had some time to think about what might be good for me,” Jacob said. He took a drink of his iced tea. “I think it would be good for you as well.”

Aden and Blane looked up at him.

“I feel like I did my best work with the two of you at my side,” Jacob said.

“Of course, you did,” Aden said in the tenor of their arrogance. “You got to spend time with me.”

“No, it was me,” Blane laughed.

“I’m serious,” Jacob said.

Their number was called on the overhead speaker. To give them time to think, Jacob got up to get their food. He returned with his tacos, Blane’s burrito, and Aden’s enchiladas. He dropped the food in front of Aden and Blane.

“What do you think?” Jacob asked.

“I think you’re right,” Aden said. “That’s true for me.”

In the middle of a bite, Blane nodded.

“I’m not sure how to fix that,” Jacob said. “We can’t all work together anymore. Blane, you have your Chinese medicine practice. Now that you’re well, it’s time for that to take off. If I go back to Lipson, it will be my company again, and that’s not what I want. It’s certainly not good for Aden.”

Chewing, Aden nodded. Blane took a drink of his iced tea.

“We could meet,” Blane said. “For lunch or whatever.”

Aden nodded. Jacob was just taking a bite when Aden added.

“Once a week?” Aden asked. When Blane and Jacob didn’t respond, he added, “Maybe that’s too much.”

Jacob and Blane shook their heads. Blane swallowed first.

“Once a week is great,” Blane said.

“Good place to start,” Jacob managed. “We could talk about one business a week. Blane’s business one week, mine …”

“We’re always going to be more comfortable talking about Lipson,” Aden said.

“That’s what we’ve done the most of,” Jacob said.

“Sure,” Blane said.

“We’d just have to make sure we didn’t always talk about Lipson,” Jacob said.

“Maybe if we need more Lipson time, we can do it outside of our lunches,” Blane said.

“That would be true for your businesses, too,” Aden said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-four : New day (part three)


(part three)

“We came to see if you’d like to play ball with us,” the basketball coach said.

“Basketball?” Charlie asked.

His mouth felt dry with desire. He and Dale had played basketball at Seth’s house and gone to a couple of pick up matches at the 20th Street Gym. Outside of that, Charlie hadn’t really played since he was injured.

“We wanted to see if you’d like to play with us,” the basketball coach said. “Warren here remembers playing against you at East. He thought maybe you might be available, so we thought we’d drop by this morning.”

Charlie swallowed hard.

“We know all about the rape case and your injuries,” the basketball coach said. “Warren and I watched you play last week at the 20th Street gym. You’re a little rusty, and clearly still favor that left leg, but you’re good.”

“Really good,” Warren said.

“We thought we might scoop you up before the other schools realize you could play with them,” basketball coach said.

“Other schools?” Charlie looked at the Vice-Principal.

“We have an agreement with the schools here in Denver,” the Vice-Principal said. “You can play at any school in Denver or Colorado, really.”

“I can?” Charlie asked. He was so surprised that he could barely think straight. “Really?”

The Vice-Principal nodded.

“We’d love to have you come to practice this afternoon to play with the whole team,” the basketball coach said.

“You would?” Charlie asked.

The coach nodded. Charlie looked at Warren and he nodded.

“Wow,” Charlie said. “I guess I’d need a ride.”

The basketball coach turned to look at the Vice-Principal.

“We spoke with your friend, Dale,” the Vice-Principal said. “He said he can take you and bring you home.”

“My sister’s in town too,” Charlie said. “Sissy, I mean. Sandy’s working today.”

Charlie’s head went up and down in a nod but his mind was miles away. Charlie stared at the ground while the others stood there stared at each other for a moment.

“You mean, I get to play basketball this afternoon?” Charlie asked, finally.

He looked up at the coach.

“I already talk to the guys,” Warren said. “I told them about what happened to you. They want to play with you.”

Charlie looked at Warren.

“So do I,” Warren said.

“What do you say, Charlie?” the basketball coach asked in his big booming voice.

All Charlie could do was nod.

“Good,” the basketball coach said. He clapped Charlie on the back. “We’ll see you today after school.”

Warren nodded at Charlie as he and the coach walked out of the office. Charlie stood in the office lobby for a moment before the Vice-Principal said, “You can go back to your class.”

Charlie nodded.

“You know the way?” the Vice-Principal asked.

“Sure,” Charlie said.

Elated by the idea that he might be able to play basketball on a team, Charlie left the office and started off into the school. He’d been walking for ten minutes before he realized had no idea where he was. He turned back to get to the office, but he had no idea where that was either. He was standing in front of Celia’s painting, praying for guidance, when a security guard found him. The security guard tried not to laugh too hard when he realized that Charlie was lost. On the way to class, Charlie couldn’t help but tell the man what had happened.

“That’s great, man,” the security guard said. “How ’bout this? I’ll come get you when it’s time to go to practice. That way you won’t get lost.”

“Sounds great,” Charlie said. “Thanks!”

“My pleasure,” the security guard said. He opened the door and Charlie went through. For a moment, Charlie just stood in the doorway.

“Well?” the teacher asked.

“I’m going to play basketball!” Charlie all but yelled.

His classroom cheered for him. Grinning, Charlie went back to his seat. Tink gave him a kiss on his cheek and went back to her book. Charlie was sure he’d never be able to settle down to read. They have twenty more minutes in reading period, so he figured he’d try. He put on his reading glasses and was lost in the book again.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-four : New day (part two)


(part two)

Charlie stopped walking. This was similar to one of his nightmares. He’d start down a hallway with someone he knew only to “see what happened.”

Certainly that had been his plan when he was walking home from work. Before then, Charlie lived in a bubble where he could defend himself against almost anything. After all, he’d already defended himself against so much — and really what could happen? Nothing like five adult men with baseball bats and a grudge to shake up your day.

He looked through the glass door to the office and saw a dark skinned boy about his age sitting uncomfortably in a seat in the office waiting room. The boy was tall, gangly, and had big hands. He was carrying a basketball. Charlie’s draw to the basketball was greater than his irrational fear. He went into the office waiting room where the Vice-Principal was talking to another adult. The adults hadn’t noticed that Charlie was in there yet.

“Hey,” the boy said. “You Charlie? Charlie Delgado?”

Charlie nodded. The older man nodded to the boy, glanced at Charlie, and went back to talking with the Vice-Principal.

“I’m Warren,” the boy said.

“Charlie,” he said.

Charlie held his hand out to shake the boy’s hand. The boy looked at Charlie’s hand and then at Charlie. Warren blinked a few times before standing up to shake Charlie’s hand.

“That’s a big hand,” Warren said.

“So?” Charlie asked.

Warren nodded.

“What is this place?” Warren asked.

“It’s a school,” Charlie said. “And a daycare for little kids.”

“Private school for rich white kids,” Warren said, with a sneer.

“School for kids whose parent work at Lipson Construction,” Charlie said. “Some other kids come here but they have to have approval and they pay. Most of the private pay are military kids. The military picks up some of the tab because there’s no base school here. Plus, kids here are mostly Hispanic or Latino. We speak Spanish for at least an hour every day. Everybody, even the little kids.”

“Not rich kids?” Warren asked.

Charlie shook his head.

“It’s paid for by the company,” Charlie said. “There’s a foundation and the private pay kids help, too.”

“How come you’re here?” Warren asked.

“My sister’s husband works here,” Charlie said. “I live with them.”

Warren nodded.

“You just have to work there?” Warren asked.

“Parents, adults,” Charlie said.

“For the kids to come here?”

Charlie nodded.

“My dad needs a job,” Warren said. “But he’s just out. Nobody wants to hire an ex-con.”

“Maybe he should talk to Lipson,” Charlie said. He lifted a shoulder. “They hire people out of prison. But the company has a zero drug or alcohol tolerance. Even for us, when we work there in the summers. They test everyone once a week, hair once a month. If you drive the big machines, you’re tested every single day. It’s just how it works.”

“He’s got to stay clean or go back,” Warren said.

Warren looked away. Charlie felt waves of despair coming off the boy.

“You know Rodney Smith?” Charlie asked. Warren’s eyes flicked to look at Charlie. “His daughter Tanesha is one of my sister Sandy’s best friend.”

Warren grunted that he knew who Tanesha was.

“He works there,” Charlie said. “Rodney, I mean.”

“Charlie!” The man turned around to look at Charlie. He had one of those booming voices that seemed to fill up the room. “Did Warren tell you why we’re here?”

Charlie shook his head.

“We’re from George Washington,” the man said.

He held out his hand for Charlie to shake. Charlie shook the man’s hand.

“What’s George Washington?” Charlie asked.

“It’s a high school,” the man said.

“Okay,” Charlie said. “You know, I just learned to read a couple years ago and I kinda need to stay here and …”

“I’m the basketball coach,” the man said. “Warren’s the team captain.”

Charlie turned to look at Warren. The boy didn’t look at Charlie.

“We came to see if you’d like to play ball with us,” the basketball coach said.

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-four : New day (part one)


(part one)

Thursday morning — 9:25 a.m.

Denver, Colorado

“Hey, Delgado,” the teacher said.

Charlie looked up from his book, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, and yanked off his reading glasses. He’d been so focused on his reading that he hadn’t noticed that someone had come to the door. The teacher was standing talking to one of the Vice-Principals. He should know the teacher’s name. In fact, he’d promised himself that he would remember it. But, learning new people’s names was hard after his injuries.

“Charlie, you’re wanted at the office,” the teacher said.

Charlie’s head jerked to his right. Tink was sitting right next to him reading, The Fault of Our Stars. Nash and Teddy were reading some adventure book just to the right and in front of her. Chet, Tink’s brother, was sitting to Teddy’s right reading Catcher in the Rye with a kid whose name was … Bruce? Brad? Buffort? Brad. Charlie was pretty sure the kid’s name was “Brad.” There were about thirty “older” kids who were the first high school students of the Marlowe School. For now, they spent most of the day together.

“Ivy?” Charlie asked. His mouth instantly ashy. “Katy? Paddie? Noelle?”

The mention of Noelle’s name got Nash and Teddy’s attention. They both looked up at the teacher.

“Sissy?” Charlie asked. “Something’s happened to Sandy?”

“No, nothing like that,” the teacher said. He smiled at Charlie. “Don’t worry.”

Charlie grabbed his bag and started to get up. Tink looked up from her book when Charlie moved.

“You can leave your stuff,” the teacher said. He looked at the Vice-Principal, and the woman nodded.

Charlie swallowed hard and went to the door. He sent a worried look to Tink. She gave him an assured smile that she would be here when he got back.

“Charlie,” the teacher said. “This is Ms. Rogers.”

The Vice-Principal nodded to Charlie.

“She’s going to take you to the office,” the teacher said. “Ms. Rogers, Charlie is recovering from a severe injury. Names are hard for him. He won’t remember your name by the time you get to the office. Don’t take it personally.”

“I don’t remember yours.” Charlie pointed at the teacher and nodded.

The teacher grinned at Charlie. The teacher nodded his head toward the hallway and Charlie left with the Vice-Principal.

The hallway was wide and well lit. The wood floors gleamed. Along the wall there was a scorch mark that Charlie knew they’d been unable to cover with paint or even wall paper. He couldn’t remember the reason why. He just knew they couldn’t cover it. His fingers touched the mark as they walked by.

“It’s supposed to bring luck,” the Vice-Principal said.

“What is?” Charlie asked.

He squinted at the woman. He knew the nameless teacher had told him this woman’s name but now she was just another nameless adult.

“The mark,” the Vice-Principal said. “I’ve heard it was placed there by one of the ghosts.”

“Jacob was fighting a winged demon,” Charlie said in all sincerity. “A serpent, really. The serpent was trying to kill Jacob. He left this mark. They tried to paint over it but they couldn’t.”

“Hey, that’s good,” the Vice-Principal smiled at Charlie. “I haven’t heard that one before.”

Charlie gave the woman a vague smile. The Vice-Principal clearly lived in a world without serpents and evil. Charlie squinted at the woman and she grinned assuredly. They continued toward the office. Since Chet was now at the school, no students were allowed in the hallways on their own. Everyone had someone with them at all times.

“Any idea why …?” Charlie started as the Vice-Principal pushed open the office door.

“You’ll see,” the Vice-Principal said, with a smile.

Charlie stopped walking. This was similar to one of his nightmares. He’d start down a hallway with someone he knew only to “see what happened.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

Chapter Four Hundred and Sixty-three : Sequestered (part six)


(part six)

The idea was inconceivable. Seth blinked. Of course, this was simply another way for the Cigarette Killer to manipulate him. It was just as likely that this entire thing was an attempt for the killer to exert control over another man and woman — Seth and Ava.

“His wife has family in New York City,” Ava said.

“Oh?” Seth asked.

“Key emphasis on family,” Ava said.

She was telling him that the Cigarette Killer’s wife was a member of New York City crime family.

“I see,” Seth said.

“Watch your back, O’Malley,” Ava said. “I’ll be in touch if we have any questions. In the meantime, stay in New York. Work on the symphonies. Don’t talk to anyone about this, particularly not any of the people who you saw last weekend.”

He nodded. She’d just told him that his phone conversations were now being monitored.

“Got it,” Seth said. “I’ll get this envelope to you.”

“Please do,” Ava said. She took a breath. “I …”

She sounded so young and alone that Seth’s heart ached for her.

“I was requested by name,” Ava said. “The request included an image of me from my time in the courtroom.”

“This whole thing revolves around you?” Seth asked.

“No, O’Malley,” Ava said. “This whole thing revolves around you. Turns out that I’m not the only person who will remember you.”

Seth laughed.

“Love you, O’Malley,” Ava said.

“Love you, Ava,” Seth said. “I’ll miss you.”

“Yes,” Ava said. “Talk to you later.”

Ava hung up the phone. For a moment, Seth looked at the ground. He took a breath and looked out at the orchestra.

“Can I borrow your phone?” Seth asked the young violin player sitting near him. “Mine’s being monitored.”

“Sure,” the young man said. “You want my actual phone or my burner?”

“You have a burner?” Seth asked.

“Can’t be too careful,” the young man said.

Seth took out his wallet and gave the young man a couple hundred dollar bills. The young man gave him the phone and returned on one of the hundreds. Seth nodded his thanks. He went out of the orchestra room and into the hallway. He placed a call to what he knew was R.J.’s throw away phone.

“I only have a minute,” Seth said. “And I need a big favor.”

“What’s up?” R.J. asked.

“The Cigarette Killer has reopened his case,” Seth said. “Filed the day after Big Daddy died.”

“You think that’s connected?” R.J. asked.

“I do,” Seth said. “I think Big Daddy knew something about the Cigarette Killer that kept that sick fuck quiet for all of these years.”

“What’d you need?” R.J. asked.

“Go and ask Bernice about the killings,” Seth said. “Ask her for everything she knows. Ask her what Big Daddy knew that might not be in the envelope. Think about everything you know about the killing and ask Claire too. We’ve got figure out what Big Daddy knew about the Cigarette Killer. So, try to get everything she knows.”

“Sure,” R.J. said.

“Can you tape everything she says?” Seth asked.

“I’ll go get a recorder,” R.J. said. “Something not connected to the Internet.”

“Good,” Seth said. “There’s cash …”

“Shit, Seth, I know where you keep your cash,” R.J. said with a laugh. “I taught you that.”

“Yes you did,” Seth said.

“Is that going to work?” R.J. asked.

“Perfect. Make sure to tell Bernice that her life is in danger,” Seth said. “Mine, yours, and probably Claire’s.”

“You’ll explain everything later?” R.J. asked.

“I will,” Seth said. “I’ll be done in an hour and a half.”

“Why don’t I come to get you?” R.J. asked.

“That would be great,” Seth said. “See you soon.”

Seth went back inside the orchestra room.

“Okay,” Seth said. “Let’s see if we can get through this.”

Forcing himself to shift gears, he nodded to the orchestra. The violins started the piece. A few minutes later, he joined in.

Denver Cereal continues on Monday…

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