Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-seven - What the Evil Wizard wants... (part four)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-seven - What the Evil Wizard wants... (part six)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-seven - What the Evil Wizard wants... (part five)


(part five)

“I need you to sign the form,” Ava said.

“I’ll sign it if Samantha says that I can,” Jacob said.

“Deal,” Ava said.

They walked together into the kitchen. Samantha gestured to the paper.

“What do you think?” Jacob asked.

“I think that this is the easiest way,” Samantha said. “We should be grateful to Ava for helping us with this situation.”

“You mean, we’d have to deal with it at some point?” Jacob asked.

“At some point, someone will give them a warrant,” Samantha said. “I would guess that they tried for one?”

Ava nodded.

“Was it for the entire building? Every room?” Samantha asked.

Ava nodded.

“They will dump everything out of any drawer or closet, all of those boxes you haven’t gone through, everything in this house will end up on the floor. Then start making up crimes,” Samantha said. “We don’t want that.”

“I don’t,” Jacob said.

“Then sign here,” Samantha said. “This is limited to the spaces that are indicated in the original documents on the original crimes.”

Samantha looked at Ava.

“Did you designate these areas?” Samantha asked.

Ava nodded.

“Good to know,” Samantha said. “Delphie’s already signed. You need to sign, as well.”

Jacob signed the document.

“Now go shower,” Samantha said. “You smell.”

Jacob looked up. Valerie nodded in agreement. Ava shrugged.

“You’re going to smell by the time we’re done,” Ava said. “At least we always do.”

“I’ll go shower,” Jacob said.

“I’ll call CSU and get my team,” Ava said.

Jacob nodded and jogged up the stairs. Fifteen minutes later, he came back down wearing clean clothing. His hair was wet from the shower. Delphie was standing in the kitchen talking to Ava’s teammate Dr. Leslie McClintock. Nelson Weeks and Fran DeKay were sitting in the living room drinking tea. A tall burly red-haired man was standing next to them. He wore a black mask with the white block letters “CSU” on the front.

“Ferguson,” the man said when Jacob came into the room. “I understand that you had a run in with Detective Stone.”

Jacob nodded.

“Sorry about that,” Ferguson said. “My team is filled with only nice people. I make sure of it. We just want to catch some bastards and get out of your hair.”

“Good to know,” Jacob said.

“We’ve been informed that you and Delphie have the gift of sight,” Ferguson said.

“I know that you’re a good friend of Seth O’Malley’s and Ava used to work for you — if that’s what you mean,” Jacob said with a smile.

“Did you get that. . .” Ferguson made the same gesture that Ava had.

Jacob laughed.

“I know that from when we were in the middle of Saint Jude,” Jacob said. “Your team was here for a couple of weeks retrieving the bodies and collecting samples.”

“Oh fuck, that’s right,” Ferguson said. “I knew this place look familiar. Sorry. This whole thing has been a fiasco.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...


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