CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED AND NINETY-NINE
“How do we find out?” Nelson asked.
“I went to see the hoard from the salt mine,” Heather said. “I brought Perses and Hecate with me — and Sandy and Tanesha — well, you know how I do things.”
“And?” Nelson asked.
“We looked in the crates your father packed,” Heather said. “Until we got to one that Perses wouldn’t let us touch.”
“What?” Nelson asked. “I’m sorry. I feel like I keep saying ‘what’ over and over again. I’m just…”
He made a gesture like his mind was blown. Blane and Heather nodded.
“To cut to the chase, we now think that the Nazi’s stored some of their ‘dark art’ objects, art, and other materials in the salt tunnel,” Blane said. “These are things they knew that they could not contain and used the salt mine to hide it from the world.”
“Sandy talked to Seth and he confirmed this with some experts,” Heather said.
“My father’s been polluted by these Nazi objects,” Nelson said.
“That’s what we think,” Heather said.
Nelson didn’t say anything for a long moment. Then he sighed. He shook his head and sighed again.
“Why?” Nelson asked. “Why did you do all of this?”
“You are our family,” Heather said. “It’s our right and job to support and help you.”
“You’ve been upset,” Blane said. “Distracted. Angry. Heather could see that there was something fairly seriously wrong with your father.”
“It’s what family does,” Heather said.
Nelson’s eyes welled with moisture, but he just shrugged.
“Thanks,” Nelson said with a nod of his head. “I… uh… It’s hard for me to imagine that…”
He looked up at Heather.
“You’re sure it’s not me?” Nelson asked.
“It is not you,” Blane said. “As I said, Seth spoke to someone with a list of known Nazi occult items and, right now, some of them are sitting in Seth’s house or in the special containment in New York.”
“Wow,” Nelson said.
“What has your father been asking you to do?” Heather asked.
“He’s adamant that we need to ‘acquire’ the hidden treasure of the Templars,” Nelson said. “Just last night, he ranted at me for over an hour about the items said to be in the cache.”
“Like what?” Heather asked.
“The Chalice of Christ, of course,” Nelson said. “Adam’s apple.”
“What’s that?” Blane asked.
“No one is sure,” Nelson said. He shook his head. “Who is the expert in Nazi occult?”
Heather said the name.
“One of them,” Nelson said. He closed his eyes for a long moment. His hand went to his chest. “I am the foremost expert on Nazi occult objects. It’s well known among the experts that the Templars have their own dark object expert. That’s me.”
“What?” Blane asked at the same moment Heather said, “I wondered.”
“It was something my father made me study,” Nelson said. “Not just Nazi. All dark objects, including ones the Nazi’s missed.”
“Why?” Blane asked.
“He wanted me to be prepared to deal with the lost treasure if I was forced to,” Nelson said.
“What can we do for my father?” Nelson asked.
“Nothing,” Heather said. “We can only remove it by destroying the object that caused it.”
“How do we do that?” Nelson asked.
“Good question,” Heather said with a nod. “The answer lies with Abi and she’s stuck with the fairies.”
“But we have a plan,” Blane said.
“Oh, good,” Nelson said. “A plan. What could possibly go wrong?”
No one said anything for a moment and then they all laughed.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…
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