CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-TWO
“I’d ask you to leave it with me, but I doubt that it will come off,” Heather said.
“I’ve tried,” Nelson said. “It won’t budge.”
“What is it?” Nelson asked.
“I’m not sure,” Heather said. “Nothing bad. Abi loves you.”
“And I belong to you,” Nelson said.
“That too,” Heather said with a grin. “I will tell you that it’s made out of rhodium, the most precious metal on earth. This band alone is likely worth more than our entire home, including Jeraine’s recording studio.”
“This little band?” Nelson asked.
“It doesn’t look like much,” Heather said with a nod. “This is from a mine in South Africa. Ancient. This piece was likely Egyptian or maybe Mesopotamian. This writing here? It’s in a language that has only just been translated. Ancient.”
Heather smiled at him.
“You know the person who cracked the language,” Heather said.
“Who?” Nelson asked.
“Alex Hargreaves and her brother, Max,” Heather said. “But mostly Alex. If there’s language on this, it’s a message for Alex. But I’ll tell you. . .”
Heather looked at the lettering again.
“It looks to me like a password,” Heather said.
“To get the hoard?” Nelson asked.
“That’s a real gift,” Nelson said.
“You should treat it as such,” Heather said. “More than anything else, it will likely keep you safe on your journey. It may protect the entire journey. We’ll see.”
“The gorgon said that they were just the first to ask for their item back,” Nelson said.
“Head of Medusa,” Heather said with a nod.
“Does that mean there will be more?” Nelson asked. “They said that they would return everything to those who it was stolen from.”
“They’ve done it before,” Heather said with a nod.
“Will that wreck our deal with the French government?” Nelson asked. “I really need their help and. . .”
Heather put her hand on his shoulder.
“No,” Heather said. “There is more in this hoard than you can imagine. Than the Nazis could have imagined. The French will be satisfied with plenty to show off in their museums.”
Nelson scanned her face. She nodded to encourage him.
“Now, why don’t we grab your coffee and you can. . .” Heather said.
Nelson jerked awake. He was sitting in a vehicle that had stopped in front of the Denver Crime Lab.
“Thanks,” Nelson said.
He paid the tab on his phone and got out of the vehicle. He was near the building when he looked back at the driver. He gasped.
He was looking into the face of what looked like the face of the gorgon. Her skin was dark as if she were from Africa. She had thick, long dreadlocks. She gave him a white toothed grin and a wave. He waved back and went inside.
It always surprised him how many magical creatures went about their business pretending to be humans. Getting on the elevator to his office, he nodded to himself.
“Including me,” Nelson said.
The elevator doors closed and his work day began.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday...
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