CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-SIX
“Okay,” Jacob said.
They heard the dining room door open just before Sandy and Heather arrived with plates of muffins. Jill arrived a moment later without anything.
“I dropped some in the dining room,” Jill said.
“How are the eggs?” Sandy asked.
“Almost done,” Jacob said. “But the bacon needs a bit more time.”
“Perfect,” Sandy said.
Sandy set down a large plate of muffins on the kitchen table.
“We should eat outside,” John said. “Covid? I don’t want to see you in the ICU.”
Sandy nodded in agreement. She and Heather picked up the muffins. Alex held the door open and they went out into the backyard. Sandy set a plate of muffins down on one picnic table and Heather put her plate down on another. A few minutes later, Mike arrived with a fresh pot of coffee. Jacob came out with two plates of eggs and went back inside to monitor the bacon. Alex arrived with plates and silverware. John arrived with napkins. The detectives wandered outside.
Making sure that they had six feet between them, they took seats at the tables or in the chairs around the backyard. They started eating. After a few minutes, Jacob went inside and returned with the bacon. He set a plate down on each picnic table.
“I have carpool,” Jacob said.
“We need to walk through these crimes,” Detective Stone said. “See the locations of each event.”
“I’ll take them,” Sandy said.
“You have work,” Heather said. “I’ll take them.”
Heather finished her coffee. She picked up her plates and silverware, stopped to say a word to Blane, and went inside. As if it were a trigger, everyone slowly went back into the Castle and off to school or work.
“Well,” Jacob said. “What would you like to see? What can I do for you?”
“We have cases that range from the 1920s to the 1990s,” Detective Stone said.
“Does this include the eight bodies we’ve already discovered?” Jacob asked. “Three in the ballroom earlier this year.”
“Good question,” Detective Karowski said. “No.”
“Saint Jude?” Jacob asked.
“That’s right.” Detective Karowski pointed at Jacob. “You found some remains here as well.”
“Why so much death on this one property?” Detective Stone asked.
“Old house?” Jacob shrugged. “It was run down for a long, long time. When we moved in, we had to chase people away for months. It took me a long time to get it to even a livable state.”
The detectives looked at each other and didn’t respond.
“Why do you think?” Jacob asked with a sigh.
“We’re not sure,” Detective Stone said. “There’s a lot of people who live here. I mean. . .”
She flipped open her notebook.
“You’ve got prostitutes and drug dealers and. . .” Detective Stone’s hair caught on fire.
Detective Stone squealed and Detective Karowski jumped up to help her. Under the table, Jacob gestured with his hand. The fire went out.
“If I could make a suggestion,” Jacob said and cleared his throat. “Why don’t we look at whatever you’re looking for and you can get out of here?”
“Did you set fire to my hair?” Detective Stone asked.
“I believe that you set your own hair on fire,” Jacob said. “When a goddess gives you instructions, you’d be wise to follow them.”
“You mean that bitch was serious?” Detective Stone sneered.
Shaking his head, Jacob sighed.
“Excuse me for a moment,” Jacob said getting up from the picnic table. “I’m calling my lawyer.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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