CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT
“I’m trying to figure out who took him,” Heather said.
“Who took who?” Tanesha asked.
“Who kidnapped Seth and put him into the room,” Heather said.
“Ah,” Tanesha nodded.
“Exactly,” Heather said.
“The suspects?” Tanesha asked.
Heather picked up the Grey Alien salt shaker.
“The police or possibly the Feds,” Heather said. “Corrupt ones, I mean. They want Big Daddy’s money or to influence the negotiations going on around Big Daddy’s crime business.”
“You mean, they want Big Daddy’s money,” Tanesha said. “And the pepper?”
Heather picked up the Little Green Men pepper shaker.
“Crime syndicates,” Heather said. “There’s a couple of drug cartels, a few African-American crime bosses, the Mob.”
“The Mob?” Tanesha asked. “Like the Mob?”
“Yeah,” Heather said with a nod. “But they are the least likely because Seth has already talked to all of them. Last week. He says he worked out a peaceful transition of Big Daddy’s business affairs. Everyone agreed. It was shockingly civilized. Seth said that Big Daddy knew that he wouldn’t live forever. He made arrangements before he died and everyone agreed to keep their end of the deals.”
“And that’s not true?” Tanesha asked.
“No,” Heather said. “That seems to be true. Didn’t you see them at the funeral?”
Tanesha shook her head.
“Only had eyes for Jer?” Heather asked with a smiled.
Grinning, Tanesha nodded.
“Well, they were there,” Heather said. “Together. Dancing, drinking, talking.”
“So it’s probably not them,” Tanesha said.
“Right,” Heather said.
“The Reptilians?” Tanesha pointed to the cinnamon and sugar shaker.
“These are something unknown,” Heather said.
“Something unknown?” Tanesha asked. “You mean like the Mob boss who wanted Seth to solve his wife’s murder before he was arrested for it.”
“Does Seth have any ideas?” Tanesha asked.
“Anyone who thought that Big Daddy had something that he deserved or wanted,” Heather said.
“So, Big Daddy’s family?” Tanesha asked.
“His distant relatives, people who worked for him,” Heather said.
“That sounds likely,” Tanesha said.
“It does,” Heather said. “Except …”
Tanesha raised her eyebrows.
“Just a feeling but I don’t think it’s this guy,” Heather said.
“Okay, feeling-wise, what is it?” Tanesha asked.
Heather pointed to the space ship.
“And that is?” Tanesha asked.
“Something else,” Heather said.
“Uh …?” Tanesha tipped her head to the side to ask the question.
“Something or someone who is using Seth to get what he or she or they wants,” Heather said.
“Seth’s a vehicle,” Tanesha said with a nod. “What do you think that means?”
“Someone put him there to keep him out of touch so they could run some deal or operation or to keep him safe or quiet or …?” Heather shrugged.
“Or any of that,” Tanesha said.
“What are you going to do?” Tanesha asked.
“Keep Seth safe,” Heather said. “In the meantime, we’re due at the Castle.”
“We are?” Tanesha asked.
Heather explained about Chet, his awful foster parents, and the conversion school he had been attending.
“Chet’s due there any minute,” Heather said. Tanesha nodded. “We have to take Jeraine’s car. Sissy took mine.”
“Sissy?” Tanesha asked. “What do you mean Sissy took your car?”
“She got her license when she was here at the wedding,” Heather said.
“They grow up so fast!” Tanesha said.
Heather smiled and Tanesha laughed.
“I know you were looking forward to seeing Jabari,” Heather said.
“I know that he’s safe and sound at Mom’s house,” Tanesha nodded.
“He’s waiting for you at the Castle,” Heather said.
“Let’s go!” Tanesha said with a laugh.
Tanesha hopped up from her seat. She grabbed Jeraine’s car keys off the hook and they went out the back.
“You know,” Tanesha said as she started the car. “I think you’re right.”
“About?” Heather asked.
“There’s something going on that we don’t know about,” Tanesha said. “With Seth I mean.”
“I wonder if Seth knows,” Heather said.
“Probably not,” Tanesha said.
“How do we find out?” Heather asked.
“I bet we’ll know soon enough,” Tanesha said. “This kind of thing doesn’t stay hidden for long.”
Heather nodded. Tanesha backed out and started toward the Castle.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow…
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