CHAPTER FIVE HUNDRED and SEVENTY-NINE
“I was hit by an arrow,” Seth said. He gestured an arrow hitting him. “Very painful even with body armor.”
The reporters began screaming questions. Seth stood still for a moment before he whistled. The reporters stopped talking and looked up at him.
“This is what’s going to happen,” Seth said. “I’m going to read this. We’ll give you some photos for your publication. Tomorrow or the next day, we’ll update you on the UNs progress. I have to tell you that I am very tired. If we can’t get through this, I’m going to head to bed.”
“With who?” someone called from the back.
There was a sexy whistle.
“Funny,” Seth said with a shake of his head.
“Who else can we ask?” a man’s voice yelled from the center of the crowd.
“Ah Tommy,” Seth said. “Aren’t I your one and only?”
“Not a chance,” Tommy yelled.
“There’s no one else,” Seth said. “Let’s get through this. Agree?”
The reporters seemed to agree, so Seth continued.
“We went back to the seller and discovered that the journal had belonged to her grandfather,” Seth said. “Her grandfather is the novelist’s son. He and his father immigrated to the US days before the Nazis came for his mother. His mother sent this journal with her husband. She knew the Nazi’s were after her. She believed that her son and husband would be safe if they left Poland. She was correct.”
Seth looked into the cameras and nodded.
“She says all of this at the end of the journal,” Seth said. “Our family friend, Nadia Kerminoff, has business ties in Poland. She and her lawyers helped to facilitate the transfer of the land into Sandy’s name. Before you ask …”
Seth looked up.
“We paid the family for the land,” Seth said. “It sounds like we stole the land, but we helped an elderly man take his wife on a long vacation — one he’s still on.”
Seth nodded firmly, his eyes catching those of the original journal owner at the far back of the crowd. The elderly man grinned at Seth.
“It’s taken us a long time.” Seth went back to reading. “Originally we were going to take care of this ourselves. It was decided that the project was not safe. We hired a team of U.S. soldiers to assist in this project.”
Seth looked up.
“We’re going to go through the photos now,” Seth said. “I’ll give you a few minutes to pull them down from the website. Everyone has that?”
He was greeted with a sea of nods.
“We have free WiFi,” Seth said. “Everyone has that?”
More nods. Seth took a drink of water and waited.
“O’Malley, there are dead children here,” a woman said.
“Yes,” Seth said. “I’ll get there.”
He waited a few more minutes before asking, “Are we all on the same page?”
Seeing a sea of nodding heads, he continued.
“I led a team of two soldiers into the tunnels,” Seth started.
“Why you?” a reporter yelled. “You’re a piano player, composer, rich guy. Why are you involved?”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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