CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and FORTY-SEVEN
“Where have you been?” Jammy asked Hecate.
“Far from here,” Hecate said. “Why are we still here?”
“We?” Jammy asked. He pointed to himself and Jeraine. “We are trying to salvage this deal.”
“Why don’t we find something better?” Hecate asked.
“How …?” Jammy asked.
“She’s … Hecate,” Jeraine mumbled.
“What is this place?” Hecate asked.
“The men’s restroom,” Jammy asked.
“The toilet?” Hecate asked. “Why are we in the toilet?”
She shook her head at the men.
“Come,” she said.
Jammy and Jeraine followed her out of the restroom. She walked down the hallway to the elevator.
“I don’t know how this works, but the Oracle said …” Hecate whispered to Jeraine.
Jeraine hit the down button. They stood alone at the elevators. When the doors opened, they stepped inside. The elevator started going down.
“Whoa,” Hecate said. “What in the world?”
Jammy looked at her and laughed.
“It’s taking us to the ground floor,” Jeraine said. He looked at Jammy. “She hasn’t been in the modern world.”
“Tell me something obvious,” Jammy said.
The elevator stopped at the lobby. Hecate stumbled but Jammy caught her elbow.
“Thank you, James,” Hecate said.
“Everyone calls me, ‘Jammy,’” he said. “I’m not introducing you as Hecate.”
“What would you call me?” Hecate asked.
“You need a modern name,” Jammy said.
“Like Heather,” Jeraine said.
“Huh,” Hecate said.
She stepped out of the lobby. She started out across Las Vegas. She walked down one street and then turned on another. She walked with such purpose that the men followed her.
“What are you doing?” Jammy asked.
“I am following the scent,” Hecate said.
“The scent?” Jammy asked.
“Of he who wants to us to improve his life,” Hecate said.
She stopped in front of the largest, most prestigious casino in Las Vegas.
“Here,” Hecate said with a smile.
“They don’t have any residencies,” Jammy said. “They never have.”
“Well, it’s time they started,” Hecate said. “Come. This will be fun.”
She started into the casino. The lights and smells were so overwhelming that she nearly left. Jammy put his hand on her elbow again and gently encouraged her toward the business offices. Once there, Jammy stepped out in front. He told the person at the desk that he would like to speak with the owner.
To Jammy’s surprise, the casino owner’s son walked out of the inner office at that same moment. He looked at Jammy and then at Jeraine.
“Schmidty?” the casino owner asked.
He held his hand out. Surprised, Jammy just looked at his hand. The men shook hands and then hugged.
“Matt?” Jammy sputtered. “You … wait, that’s right this is yours now.”
“Well, my dad built it,” the casino owner said. “How is Leslie?”
“Good,” Jammy said. “Spending the week with her dad. Helen?”
“Running for mayor next year,” he said.
“Mayor?” Jammy asked. “Wow. Make sure she hits me up for a donation.”
“Of course,” the casino owner said. Turning to Jeraine and Hecate, he added, “My father retired recently. I took over last year. I haven’t seen anyone since then.”
Jammy looked at Jeraine and Hecate and saw that they were both a little stunned.
“We were in the same fraternity,” Jammy said.
“Forced to by our fathers,” the casino owner said. “Say, you wouldn’t happen to be Jeraine Wilson, would you?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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