CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and THIRTY-SEVEN
Wednesday afternoon — 4:35 p.m.
“Is he asleep?” Pete whispered.
Jacob was sitting in a wooden chair which was leaning up against the wall of the trailer. His eyes were closed. He seemed completely out.
D’Shawn nodded. Jason scowled. Before the other two men could do something dumb, Jason went to Jacob. Jason touched Jacob’s shoulder and stepped back.
The three men were an improbable team which managed complicated sites. They’d originally met through crime — D’Shawn was a drug dealer; Pete bought drugs from D’Shawn; and Jason was a master burglar and D’Shawn’s last cellmate. Together, they kept each other on track, clean, and on the straight and narrow.
Jacob opened his eyes.
“Sorry, man, you were asleep,” Jason said. “You never know what these fools are doing to do.”
Pete and D’Shawn gave loud guilty laughs. Jacob shook himself and sat up.
“It’s about time,” Jacob said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
The men howled with laughter. Jacob grinned at them.
“Sorry,” Jacob said. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I heard about Jeraine and the ballroom,” D’Shawn said.
“Crazy shit,” Pete said. “Do you know what they found?”
“I haven’t paid any attention to it,” Jacob said.
“Four bodies,” Pete said.
“One’s a lady kind of huddled around a teenager,” D’Shawn said. “My buddy at DPD says that the teen is a Native American. The other two are a man and woman.”
“Any idea how. . .” Jacob started.
“Some kind of gas,” Pete said. “They think they walled them in and then set off the gas.”
“Gas?” Jacob asked.
“Something from W-W-I,” Jason said. “Pso-something. Used by the Germans.”
“Psogene?” Jacob asked.
Jason pointed at Jacob.
“Jeez,” Jacob said, shaking his head. “That’s. . .”
“Yeah,” D’Shawn said.
“You think there’s more bodies in that house?” Jason asked.
“I always hope not,” Jacob said. “But where there’s people, there’s cruelty or stupidity.”
“We know all about that,” Jason said.
D’Shawn and Pete laughed so hard that Jacob and Jacob joined in. Jacob stretched.
“Val had her baby last night?” Jason asked.
“How’d you know?” Jacob asked.
“I follow her on Insta,” Jason said. “Saw the announcement.”
D’Shawn and Pete sniggered.
“They’re pretending that they don’t,” Jacob said with a nod. “They do, too.”
“She’s very beautiful,” Jacob said. “Five fingers and toes.”
“What’s the deal with the name?” D’Shawn asked.
Jason pointed at him and laughed. Jacob grinned at the young men.
“I’m not sure,” Jacob said.
“Oh come on, man,” Pete said. “You can tell us!”
“If I knew, I would,” Jacob said. He sighed, and added, “We had a lot of kids for a while. Val and Mike were teaching; managing toddlers and teens. It’s been nuts. I think they just didn’t get there.”
“Makes sense, man,” D’Shawn said. “I couldn’t hear myself think while I was home. I never appreciated all my woman does.”
The other two men nodded.
“We’re glad to be back at work,” Pete said with a snort.
“Your kids are in college!” Jason said.
“They came home,” Pete said, shaking his head. “It’s. . . madness.”
The men nodded in support.
“What are we doing here?” D’Shawn asked.
“We don’t get the funding,” Pete said. “Aden said that the money is promised but not exactly here. What does that mean for us?”
“We’d like to get this and another site ready,” Jacob said. “Get the equipment here. Make sure you have a crew that can start.”
“You mean, make sure our guys can pass the drug test,” Pete said with a nod.
“We going to hair test them when they get here?” Jason asked.
“No,” Jacob said. “Let’s give everyone a few weeks to clean up.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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