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Authors: Claudia Hall Christian

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Fort Morgan

Fort Morgan

Denver Cereal, Volume Twelve

Claudia Hall Christian

Cook Street Publishing
Denver, CO

by
Claudia Hall Christian
StoriesbyClaudia.com

 

The Denver
Cereal

The Denver Cereal
Celia’s Puppies

Cascade

Cimarron

Black Forest

Fairplay

Gold Hill

Silt

Larkspur

Firestone

Fort Lupton

Fort Morgan

 

Alex the Fey
Thrillers

The Fey

Learning to
Stand

Who I am

Lean on Me

In the Grey

Finding North

 

The Queen of
Cool

The Queen of
Cool

 

Seth and Ava
Mysteries

Tax Assassin

Carving Knife

 

Suffer a Witch

Suffer a Witch

 

Copyright © Claudia Hall
Christian

ISNI: 0000 0003 6726
170X

 

Licensed under the
Creative Commons License:

Attribution –
NonCommercial – Share Alike 3.0

 

 

ISBN-13 :
978-1-938057-31-1 (digital)

978-1-938057-30-4
(print)

 

Library of Congress
available upon request.

 

SMASHWORDS
EDITION

 

PUBLISHER’S
NOTE:

This is a work of fiction.
Names, characters, places and incidents either are either the
product of the author’s imagination or are used
fictitiously.

 

First edition © serial
fiction October 2014 — May 2015

Cook Street
Publishing

ISNI: 0000 0004 1443
6403
PO Box 18217

Denver, CO
80218

~~~~~~~~
For Rose,
Every one of these chapters
was written with your head on my lap.
Be at peace, precious one.

~~~~~~~~

What’s happened so
far

Denver Cereal
is an addicting, fun, sweet and crunchy serial
fiction filled with the tension, drama, and love of urban
life.

The best way to catch up
is to read
Grand
Junction
,
Denver
Cereal
Volume 1- 10 wherever eBooks are
sold or online at
StoriesbyClaudia.com
.

We used to write a section here that gave a
synopsis of all of the previous books. Frankly, the synopsis’
weren’t very good. More than anything, they deprived you of the
chance to hang out in Denver Cereal for a while. We were only be
spoiling your fun You deserve a chance to read all the twists and
turns, mischief, and wild adventures of Denver Cereal. These aren’t
books to be accomplished or checked off a list. They are stories to
be savored and enjoys.

Get to it. We’ll be here when you get
back.

Table of
Contents

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-one

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-two

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-three

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-four

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-five

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-six

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-seven

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-eight

Chapter Three Hundred and
Thirty-nine

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-one

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-two

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-three

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-four

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-five

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-six

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-seven

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-eight

Chapter Three Hundred and
Forty-nine

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-one

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-two

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-three

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-four

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-five

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-six

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-seven

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-eight

Chapter Three Hundred and
Fifty-nine

Chapter Three Hundred and
Sixty

Glossary of
Characters

 

Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-one

Danger

Tuesday night — 9:18 p.m.

Phoenix, Arizona

 

Dionne looked across the room. The men had
taken them into an office filled with soft couches, thick rugs, and
even a fireplace. If Dionne didn’t know better, she’d swear she was
in a hotel room and not a place of business. The men had checked
with someone who was negotiating with the police before bringing
them in here. The men . . .

They were more like the monsters that lived
in the children’s books she’d read to La Tonya and Jeraine —
gorgeous to look at and very evil. One of the men, Jeff, was tall,
thin, and tan. His eyes were shockingly blue and his hair salt and
pepper. He wore a clean blue dress shirt, even though it was nearly
ten at night. His suit probably cost more than her and Bumpy’s
first home. He was like a shark — always looking for what to
consume next. He’d given Dionne the once-over before turning his
attention to Yvonne. While clearly the alpha male, this man would
not be the one to actually kill them. He was more likely to order
them killed or throw them out of a helicopter and let gravity do
the work.

The other man . . . What was
his name? Gio? Gino? Dionne closed her eyes for a moment. She’d
been so frightened for such a long time that her mind was starting
to blank out.

Gino. That was his name. Also some kind of
banker in an expensive suit, this man was thick, tough, and had the
look of a mobster. His face showed the wear of too much sun and too
much alcohol. From what she could tell, this man was the muscle of
the operation. He talked almost as much as he did cocaine and drank
tequila. Snort a line. Take a shot. Suck on a wedge of lime. Tell a
long-winded, pointless story. Snort a line. Take a shot. Suck on a
wedge of lime. Tell another story. She did her best to listen to
Gino.

The bodyguard used to be a cop,
Jeff-the-alpha-banker told them, before he got into trouble, and he
looked the part. Gino had implied that he was the trouble that had
taken down the bodyguard. While they were in the bathroom, the
bodyguard had gone to the conference room to get Agent Angie.
Whoever was negotiating had agreed to turn her over to the police
as an act of “good faith.” Gino had laughed and laughed as if it
had been his idea, but Dionne was pretty sure that Yvonne had made
it happen.

Gino was the one who’d killed the young
secretary and shot Agent Angie. When push came to shove, Gino was
going to be the one who would kill them too.

He was also the one who would end up holding
the bag for Jeff-the-alpha-banker. Gino would end up stabbed by a
shiv in some maximum security prison while Jeff-lay on a beach
somewhere. Gino asked her a question.


I’m sorry?” Dionne
asked.


What’re you thinkin’?”
Gino repeated.


Nothing much,” Dionne
said. “I’m just a little fatigued.”


Here,” Gino said. “Have a
line.”


No, thank you,” Dionne
said. “I come from a long line of addicts. My father, my
son . . .”


Jeraine,” Gino said.
“That’s your boy.”

Dionne swallowed hard. She hadn’t realized
Gino knew who she was. Gino grinned at her unease.


I used to see him perform
every year,” Gino said. “My dad took me to see you when I was a
kid.”


Me?” Dionne
asked.

Gino nodded.


My dad used to say that
you were danger personified, with the voice of an angel in the
smoking hot body of a she-devil,” he said.

Gino leaned forward to cut another slice of
lime. He snorted a line of cocaine, took a shot of tequila, and
stuffed the lime in his mouth. Gino pulled the lime from his
mouth.


So don’t you worry,” Gino
said. “When the time comes, I’ll kill you fast and easy. I owe it
to my old man to make sure you don’t suffer.”

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