Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-six - On the Cherry Creek Trail (part three)
Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-six - On the Cherry Creek Trail (part five)

Chapter Six Hundred and Forty-six - On the Cherry Creek Trail (part four)


(part four)

“What is?” Nelson asked.

“I track physical characteristics in people,” Alex said. “That way I know who I’m dealing with. It’s helped our team. I don’t know. You’re young so it probably won’t bother you.”

“I’m happy for your help,” Nelson said.

“It’s a pretty annoying habit,” Alex said with a grin.

“How does it serve you?” Nelson asked.

Alex chuckled.

“Sorry, that’s a question we ask in forensic science all the time,” Nelson said. “Who was served by this action?”

“We ask it in psychology, well, and in the military,” Alex said. “Just in the military, we’re usually told who an action serves but later figure out who is actually benefiting.”

“Life,” Nelson said.

“Let’s see,” Alex said. “Physical gestures are very hard to fake or cover over. If someone drags their toe, they always drag their toe. Speech patterns are the same. So by tracking these kinds of physical tells, I usually know who someone actually is no matter who they are pretending to be.”

“Makes sense,” Nelson said with a grin.

They ran in silence until they reached Holly Street. They ran across the bridge over Cherry Creek and into the park. Nelson spotted a group of people sitting at a bench near the lake.

“They are awfully close together,” Nelson said. “It’s not really safe.”

“They’re immortal,” Alex said. “Mostly.”

Nelson winced.

“Now, none of that,” Alex said with a laugh.

Alex ran to the table but Nelson held back until he realized that Heather was sitting at the table. Relief cursed through him. Heather acknowledged his relief with a soft smile He realized that he knew almost everyone at the table except an older woman.

The older woman stood up and reached out a sturdy hand to Nelson.

“Hestia,” she said. “I am not sure that you need my assistance, but I was in town visiting my uncle so thought I’d come.”

“Why?” Nelson blurted out.

“I knew your great-great-grandmother,” Hestia said with a soft smile. “She was a silly creature who thought that if she bore a child, she would be safe for life.”

“What happened to her?” Athena asked from the end of the table.

“She fled with the child,” Hestia said. “She lived out in the country until the child was five or six. The Templars found her and took the child.”

“And killed her,” Nelson said, his voice hard.

“Clearly, you’ve met a few of your kind,” Hestia said. “I was told that you were raised here away from them.”

“I was,” Nelson said. “We went on a quest earlier this year and I got trapped in time.”

Hestia stood and walked to Nelson. She put her hand on his arm. He looked into her eyes. For a moment, they just looked at each other. When she broke off their gaze, Nelson felt oddly better.

“I see her in you,” Hestia said with a smile. “You should know that she was so very brave. Truly heroic, in a time when women were. . .”

“Treated like cattle,” Athena said from her spot at the table.

Hestia nodded.

“I see your mother, your father,” Hestia said. “I don’t know that I will be able to go with you, but I will bless your journey.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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