Gone Missing In The Underground [A Jessica Tyson Mystery]
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by Jerol Anderson
Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read
Description: Four people in the Seattle Underground Tour vanish--without a trace. A call is put out to Special Agent Jessica Tyson. In pursuit of a murderer, she sifts through the winding tunnels under the streets and the wandering minds of homeless living above. Has the suspect created the perfect crime? He's right under their nose, but no evidence. Jessica's final search leads her into the unforgiving world of the homeless and the darkness of the bi-polar mind. Only through sharing a throw-away teen's need for focus in life can Jessica capture the suspect and make her own decisions for a brighter future. This is the second Jessica Tyson Mystery by author Jerol Anderson, following the EPPIE Award Finalist THE QUEEN ANNE FOX.
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: April 2007
2 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [262 KB]
Reading time: 161-225 min.
Jerol Anderson has written a great romantic mystery. While Jessica's abilities are part of who she is, they don't overshadow her personality or the way she works on
solving these crimes. The way she and Sergeant Cardon both work together, as well as separately, is dynamic and unusual. Their unraveling of the mystery had so many twists and turns I didn't even come close to solving it until the very end. And that, I think, is one of the signs of a great mystery--the ability to keep the reader guessing until the final page! I loved reading this book. Gone Missing in the Underground: A Jessica Tyson Mystery is one any mystery lover is sure to enjoy! 5 Angels and a Recommended Read!-- Carly, Fallen Angel Reviews
"An intriguing tale with a convoluted plot and a background of very present modern social ills and issues. The author has clearly researched the problems of homelessness and seamlessly weaves the results into the story. A suspenseful story which will catch and maintain the reader's attention, with a sub-plot of romantic involvement between Jesse and her new lover David."--4-1/2 lips, Frost at Two Lips
Jessica Tyson stepped onto the braided rug and into the warmth of David Chapman's entryway after a chilly morning walk in the misty, Fremont, Washington neighborhood. She sank into the oversized leather chair in the foyer with her morning paper.
Resting her feet on the matching ottoman and inhaling the scent of soil from the giant palm next to her, she absorbed the nurturing warmth of morning rays through the skylight.
She succumbed to the total relaxation of an escape-world.
This is the life.
She jumped at the sound of her cell phone.
Muscles pinched in her neck.
"Wouldn't you know," she mumbled aloud as she flipped it open.
"Cardon here." The familiar voice brought a smile to her face and eased the mounting tension.
"Cardon, how are you? What's going on?"
"We need your help. Can you meet me at Dukes? That is, if I promise not to slurp my beer?"
"I'll come with napkins to save your shirt from your burger," she quipped, checking her watch. "What time?"
"About five minutes, I'm on my way."
His tone of voice meant another urgent case. Though she hated to leave this comfortable cove, she knew that when duty called, duty called.
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
Though the cases she worked on as Special Agent were few and far between, she was virtually always on-call. It wasn't a nine to five commitment--after all. She was only called in when the Seattle Police Department, SPD, couldn't solve a case. Her extra-sensory-perception, which allowed her to see where a murder had occurred, was an invaluable resource. When the cases came up, she had to be there.
She ran a brush through her long, straight dark hair, slipped on a pair of sandals and grabbed a sweater from the closet. Checking the full length mirror in the hall, she decided the jeans and blouse would have to do. She grabbed a pair of scissors from the window sill and headed out.
Inhaling the scent of David's roses cascading over the arbor, she snipped one of the deep red blossoms as she passed.
"Keep my life priorities in check," she breathed out. * * * *
Jesse drove up First Avenue to Dukes on lower Queen Anne Hill, Cardon's office outside of the office.
She picked up the rose from the dashboard and smiled as she inhaled the peaceful garden scent. She took her time climbing out of the car and approaching the calamity of a new case.
The familiar odor of beer and frying batter whooshed out as she opened the big wooden door, a reminder of cases and warm and cold meetings with Cardon in the past. She found her way to the dimly-lit bar area.
From his regular second booth, Cardon smiled like a Cheshire Cat with a great secret.
Jesse, thinking something was wrong, checked the front of her sweater and scowled over at him. She shook her head and snickered as she slid into the booth seat opposite him.
"You're looking glad to see me."
"Am." He nodded. "Really am."
"This is quite a change from the beginning of the last case."
She placed the rose in the center of the table.
"Nice touch," Cardon mumbled.
"David grows them. Isn't it ever so perfect?"
Her carefree attitude slipped away as he let out a low, guttural hum and slid a computer print-out, showing two photos, around the rose to the center of the table. He turned them so they were right side up for her.
The one on the left showed a heavy-set gentleman with gray hair, looking very much like a typical successful fifty-year old. The one on the right showed a strikingly beautiful twenty-something young woman, probably Middle Eastern, with sparkling dark eyes and long, sleek dark hair.
Jesse drew in a deep breath, leaned back in her seat as far away from the printout as she could, like a child not touching the photo of a spider to avoid the evil.
"Okay, I'm with you," she relented. "Victims?"
A plump, older waitress, dressed in pink uniform and white apron, appeared at the end of the table.
"New uniforms," Jessie commented, raising an eyebrow to her companion.
"Not that we like 'em much, ma'am," the waitress replied dead-pan, "but they're regulation now."
"Your idea, Sergeant?" Jesse winked.
Cardon chuckled and then blurted out, "We'll have two coffees light on the cream."
"Got it." The waitress nodded and left.
"Okay." Jesse raised an eyebrow. "You're usually a beer man and I'm a tea fanatic. Coffees?"
He let out a sigh, shaking his head. "Just so buried in this case. Can we suffer through coffee this time?"
She smiled at his attempt at apology. "Go on."