Tuesday afternoon — 1:25 P.M.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Mike asked Colin Hargreaves. “And what are you wearing?”
Mike came from the back of the small storefront to find Colin wait.
“This, my friend, is a uniform,” Colin said. “It’s generally worn by people who work for the government particularly military or police. Firemen wear uniforms too.”
“That’s your Special Forces uniform,” Mike said. He pointed to Colin’s Green Beret which was tucked under a band on his shoulder. “You’re retired.”
“Hmm,” Colin said.
“Are you going to get your make-up done?” Mike asked. “Michael Moore’s a nice guy.”
“I’m here to pick up Sergeant Michael Roper,” Colin said. “Did you see him in there?”
“Very funny,” Mike said.
Mike pushed open the glass door for Colin. Colin stepped through the door then turned to talk to Mike.
“How’s Jill?” Colin asked.
“Ok,” Mike said. “Thanks for your help last night. Bringing Paddie was sheer brilliance. With Paddie there, I don’t think Katy noticed the police. Did they find anything?”
“Yep. The handwriting on the mirror and the cat match. The cat was strangled. But get this…,” Colin said.
Mike stopped walking to hear what Colin had to say. Colin pushed him forward. They walked down Saint Paul Street toward the Cherry Creek Mall.
“Hear that sound. There’s a chopper waiting for you. So keep walking.”
“A chopper,” Mike said. He looked around at the quiet shopping district. “Here?”
“The Jakker,” the men said together.
“I don’t want to go anywhere, Colin,” Mike said. “Especially not with Zack Jakkman flying. That man scares the crap out of me. Always has.”
“Hmm,” Colin said. He pushed Mike along down the street.
“You were saying something about Jill’s apartment?”
“The blushing bride destroyed the photo albums. Her prints are everywhere. They must have thought Jill would never call the police. Idiots. We think they did this Friday before the rehearsal dinner. What kind of a woman helps her almost husband stalk his ex-wife?”
“I mean, there’s enough evidence in the refrigerator alone to convict them of breaking and entering, harassment, menacing, theft and destruction of property. The cat? Animal cruelty. And that’s not to mention the rest of the apartment or the acid in the hair conditioner.”
“What happens now?” Mike asked.
Closing in on the Cherry Creek Mall parking lot, Mike saw the Black Hawk. The wind from the helicopter whipped dust and trash from the parking lot. Mini cyclones battered the cars and pedestrians. Cars blew their horns and gestured at two soldiers with machine guns. Yes, the Jakker was a crazy man.
“They’ll pick up Trevor and his bride at DIA when they land,” Colin said. “This is a particularly nasty piece of work, a real attack on Jill. You sure she’s all right?”
“She says they did her a favor by destroying her past. Now she doesn’t have to carry it around with her. Or that’s what she says. She’s pretty upset about her hair.”
The retelling of Celia’s Puppies, Denver Cereal Volume 2, continues tomorrow…
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