CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and THIRTY-SIX
Wednesday morning — 10:25 a.m.
“Hey Uncle Nelson,” Noelle said as she came into the kitchen.
Nelson looked up from his laptop and smiled at the girl. She grinned back at him.
“How are you feeling?” Noelle asked.
“Good,” Nelson said. “Better than I was when I got home.”
“That’s awesome,” Noelle said. “We were really worried about you. We tried to track you as long as we could but everything went out.”
“I was kind of out of time,” Nelson said. “I guess. I don’t really know.”
“I bet. What are you doing here?” Remembering her manners, Noelle added quickly, “Can I get you anything?”
“What do you have?” Nelson asked.
“Looks like Jeraine made some muffins,” Noelle said. “Coffee? Tea? We have some fruit. I don’t know, you’ve lived here. We always have about the same stuff.”
Nelson grinned at the girl.
“You look. . .” Noelle held her arms out like she had big biceps.
“I gained some weight while I was gone,” Nelson said.
“Killing infidels is a lot of work,” Noelle said.
Nelson sputtered with surprise.
“We’ve been on homeschool since we were all sent home,” Noelle said. “We decided to read about the Templars, you know, because of you. We each took a book to read and then we told each other what they said. You look thin, too.”
“No food,” Nelson said. “Water. Soap. Many infidels.”
“Ew,” Noelle said.
“Exactly,” Nelson said. “To answer your question, I would love a muffin and a cup of black tea.”
“I’ll make a pot,” Noelle said with a nod. “Milk or alternative?”
“Milk,” Nelson said.
Noelle set the plate of muffins on the table and turned on the electric kettle.
“I’m here because Jacob found a body,” Nelson said.
“In the ballroom,” Noelle nodded. “What does that have to do with you?”
“I work for Ava O’Malley in her forensic lab,” Nelson said.
“That’s right,” Noelle said. “Sorry, I forgot. I knew that you were working in the ER since you’ve been feeling better.”
“Just to help out at the ER for the pandemic,” Nelson said. “I work for Ava.”
“Really?” Noelle asked. “One of my topics is to see what it would be like to be a forensic artist. Ava’s setting me up with someone to talk with them about it.”
“That’s interesting work,” Nelson said.
“What do you do?” Noelle asked.
“I have a lot of experience in ERs,” Nelson said. “I’ve seen a lot of violent crime, so I know what violence can do to a body. I can tell by looking at someone’s remains what’s happened. Sometimes, not all the time, but that’s what I bring to the table. Also, I handle all of our computer research, forms, stuff like that.”
“Is there a lot of computer stuff?” Noelle asked.
“You’d be surprised,” Nelson said. “I’ve been sitting here trying to see if I can find a missing person’s report from the 1930s. Or a report of a riot or some kind of violence in this area.”
“That’s interesting,” Noelle said. “Did you find anything?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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