Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-six - Early morning visit (part one)
Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-six - Early morning visit (part three)

Chapter Six Hundred and Fifty-six - Early morning visit (part two)

CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and FIFTY-SIX

(part two)

“What do you want, Karowski?” Jacob asked as he jogged down the stairs.

Mike gave Jacob a facemask, and he put it on.

Katy, Bladen, and Tanner ran down the stairs behind Jacob. Once the kids hit the floor, they took off toward the dining room.

“Who are you?” Jacob asked the woman.

“Detective Joy Stone,” she said. She held out her hand for Jacob to shake. Jacob held out his elbow and they elbow bumped. “We’re here to talk to a Jacob Marlowe.”

“That’s him,” Detective Karowski said.

“Would you like some breakfast?” Jacob asked. “It’s my turn to make breakfast.”

“I want to know why the kids keep running into the. . .” Detective Stone said. “What’s over there?”

“Dining room,” Jacob said. “They have kid breakfast on Friday morning.”

“No parents allowed,” Mike said.

Valerie came down the second floor stairs wearing her silk pajamas and a silk bathrobe. She was carrying Grace. The detectives openly gawked at her as she walked around them to Mike. He poured her a cup of coffee. She kissed him, gave the detectives a little wave, and went back upstairs.

“Did you come to gawk at my sister?” Jacob punched Detective Karowski.

“Ow!” Detective Karowski said.

“Let me guess,” Detective Stone said. “You play hockey together.”

“How’d you guess?’ Mike asked.

“And you.” Detective Stone pointed to Heather.

Heather raised an eyebrow at Detective Stone.

“You are the goddess of love?” Detective Stone asked.

“What’s it to you?” Blane asked through his facemask.

“You’re Blane Lipson,” Detective Stone said. “Criminal, prostitute,. . .”

“What’s it to you?” Heather transformed into goddess mode and pointed at Detective Stone.

Detective Stone’s hands went to her throat as if she were being choked.

“That’s my husband,” Heather said in her husky and terrifying goddess voice. “Shut the fuck up.”

“Let her go,” Blane said.

Heather’s eyes flicked to Blane. She nodded and transformed back into human form.

“You’re getting good at that,” Jacob said, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Thank you,” Heather said in her normal human voice.

Detective Stone gasped for breath.

“That’s assault,” Detective Stone croaked.

“Sure,” Heather said. “You go ahead and arrest the goddess of love. You’ll never figure out why the love of your life is acting so weird.”

Blane and Jacob laughed

“Wha. . .?” Detective Stone asked in a desperate voice. “I mean, do you know why she’s acting so weird?”

“She’s pregnant,” Heather said. “She doesn’t want to tell you because she’s afraid that she’ll lose it.”

Detective Stone began to cry.

“What’s happened?” Delphie asked.

She came into the kitchen wearing a facemask. Ivy ran past the kitchen to the dining room.

“Why is the detective crying?” Delphie asked.

“Her partner’s pregnant,” Heather said.

“Did you strangle her?” Delphie asked.

Heather gave a slight nod.

“She was talking crap about Blane,” Heather said.

“I deserved it,” Detective Stone said in a croak.

Mike put a cup of coffee in Detective Stone’s hand, and she drank it down.

“Put a facemask on,” Delphie said. “No reason to show off.”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...

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