Revenant- a Jake Crowley Adventure by David Wood & Alan Baxter

Author:David Wood & Alan Baxter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action, adventure', thriller, mysery, paranormal, occult, murder, edgar allan poe
Publisher: Adrenaline Press
Published: 2019-07-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Rose was grateful Crowley had allowed her to have suspicions. And she harbored them still. But Jake was a good man and she was grateful for his support. She needed it. They had spent the majority of the late afternoon at the police department answering questions, but had really had no answers to give. Driving back from the Bannerman Island they had discussed what information they might give out. Crowley had cautioned against letting on too much about the crypt they’d found or the locations they’d been to without permission. Better to avoid any scrutiny on themselves, or possibly besmirch Jazz’s memory. While he was happy to entertain the possibility that Jazz may have run afoul of Price, she was equally likely to have run afoul of any number of other adversaries. Given her profession, perhaps danger was never that far away. Crowley insisted it was something they could check into themselves, and he promised they would do that. If they uncovered anything, they would tip the police off somehow afterwards. Rose thought maybe his caution was right.

So they had told the Sergeant only the most superficial details. They were on vacation in New York City, enjoying the sights, visiting Crowley’s great aunt. Jazz and Rose were old friends and they had caught up a couple of times and had every intention of doing so again before Rose returned to England. That’s probably why Jazz was holding her number, Rose told the officer. Maybe she was about to call and plan their next catch up. Rose admitted she had been trying to reach her friend for the last couple of days and always going through to voicemail. She also told the sergeant that Jazz was usually good at returning online messages, but that she’d been unusually quiet on that front as well over the previous 48 hours or so. Rose put it down to Jazz being busy with work. The police seemed happy enough with all that.

“Do you think Jazz was planning to call you to catch up?” Crowley asked, as they walked back to their hotel.

“Maybe. Or call and tell me some juicy information about Price or the crypt or something else,” Rose said, her voice husky with emotion.

“Possibly,” he allowed.

“Juicy enough to get her killed maybe.” Rose swallowed, refusing to let tears flow again. For now she wanted to maintain her rage at the injustice of it all. There would be time enough for grief later.

Crowley had asked a few probing questions of the Sergeant, about what had been stolen, had the door been forced or did it look like Jazz had opened it to let someone in, maybe someone she knew. Sergeant Palmetto had been friendly, but his eyes narrowed at Crowley’s questions and Jake wisely clammed up. It had been smart to try for some details, but pushing too far would only seem suspicious coming from a couple of English tourists. The officer had finally warned them off, punctuating it with a muttered comment. She’d caught “civilians” and “crime shows are bullshit.

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