Saturday morning — 4:00 A.M.
Denver Police Department
“And who are you?” the Chief of Police asked.
“Major Joseph Walter, sir. It’s my understanding that you have questions about the involvement of Homeland Security and Army Special Ops on Race Street tonight. I have been dispatched to answer your questions.”
“I requested the head of the team to speak to me prior to this press conference. I’m not going to let the Army or Homeland Security leave us hanging out there like country bumpkins. Where is the Lieutenant Colonel?”
“The Lieutenant Colonel was unable to make it. I was dispatched instead. Of course, whatever I say must stay in this room. And, I promise that if it doesn’t, we’ll know.”
The Police Chief’s brow rose at the insinuation. Was this man threatening him?
“And who are you?”
Joseph smiled at the Police Chief’s repeated question. In his exhaustion, the Chief hadn’t realized he repeated himself until Joseph smiled. The Chief nodded his head.
“I’m someone who can answer your questions,” Joseph said. “Have you completed an autopsy on Trevor Mc Guinsey?”
The Chief put his hand over the autopsy report. His eyes reviewed the man in front of him. Walter was in his forties, cropped brown hair with a dusting of gray, brown eyes, medium height. He had an air about him as if he was someone you could trust, someone who was used to being trusted, but someone not to be messed with. The Chief nodded his head. He pushed the autopsy report across the desk. Walter didn’t reach to pick it up.
“I’m particularly interested in the bullet,” Joseph said. “I understand your men found the bullet in the roof of the SUV.”
The Chief nodded.
“We expect the bullet is hand made, no finger prints or DNA but is stamped with a series of characters.”
Joseph took a pen from his pocket and drew a series of characters on the autopsy report.
“How would you know something like that? We haven’t entered that information into any computer or…”
Joseph nodded his head.
“May I see it?”
The Chief of Police gave Joseph a small Ziploc bag with a bullet in it.
“I’ve only heard about these,” Joseph said. “I’ve never seen one before. Wow. Frankly, I thought the whole thing was bullshit.”
“Major, what are you talking about?”
“I’d like to tell you a little story about a Russian family on the run and a little girl who was rescued by a contract killer, but we don’t have time. You have a press conference and I need to get back the team.”
“Can you tell me about the US Army’s involvement in last night’s events?”
“I’m authorized to answer your questions.”
“My questions?” the Chief of Police was too tired to play games. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Good question,” Joseph said. He smiled his trustworthy smile. “It all started when Valerie Lipson’s publicist scheduled her and Michael Roper’s appearance on Oprah.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
NEW DENVER CEREAL RETURNS OCTOBER 4, 2020
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