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Chapter Five Hundred and Seventy-two : When Nazis are the least of your problems (part four)


(part four)

Sunday evening — 7:56 p.m.

Denver, Colorado

“So what are you going to do?” Tanesha asked Jeraine.

She held out his travel bag and he took it. They were standing in the entryway of their apartment.

“I’m going to fly to Las Vegas,” Jeraine said. “I’m going to go from the airport to that apartment you rented for me.”

“And?” Tanesha asked.

His face completely blank, Jeraine looked at her. Tanesha shook her head.

“I should go with you,” Tanesha said. “You’re not up to this today.”

“No,” Jeraine said. “No. I can do it.”

Tanesha shook her head.

You have school,” Jeraine said. “This is my stuff, my work. I can do this.”

“Okay, then,” Tanesha said. She smiled to encourage him. “What’s next?”

“I wait for Jammy,” Jeraine said. “I’m just not sure what I’ll do while I wait.”

“Read,” Tanesha said. “Rest.”

“Call you?” Jeraine asked.

“Of course,” Tanesha said with a smile. “It’s always nice to talk to you.”

Jeraine looked instantly relieved.

“You’re just going to Las Vegas to check out this claim that your contract has been destroyed,” Tanesha said. “When you meet Jammy, what will you do?”

“He might be there when I get there,” Jeraine said. “He has the address?”

“He does,” Tanesha said. “What are you and Jammy going to do?”

“We’re going to the…” Jeraine looked vague.

“You’ll go meet with Jeanie,” Tanesha said. “At the casino.”

“What if Hecate shows up?” Jeraine asked.

“What if she does?” Tanesha asked. “She seems to be quite fond of you.”

Jeraine gave Tanesha a worried nod.

“What?” Tanesha asked.

“I’ve read that she’s … well, maybe not so good,” Jeraine said. “You know she’s that Perses’s daughter.”

“So is Jill,” Tanesha said.

“He gives me the creeps,” Jeraine said.

“He gives me the creeps too,” Tanesha said.

“Oh,” Jeraine said. “I forgot.”

“About?” Tanesha asked.

“That Perses is our Jill’s father, too,” Jeraine said.

“Easy to forget,” Tanesha said. “She lived with her step-father when we were kids.”

Jeraine nodded.

“And anyway, aren’t we all a little not so good?” Tanesha lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “Hecate’s been a good friend to you and to me.”

Jeraine nodded.

“Okay,” Jeraine said. “Do you think we’ll iron this out?”

Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…

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