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Authors: Marilyn Baron
Tags: Suspense, Contemporary
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said Commander Jones.
The woman glanced over her shoulder inside the living room to where the commissioner was standing with a drink in his hand, chatting with the Lord Mayor. She shook her head and clicked and unclicked her pen, clearly unhappy about the unscheduled intrusion of unexpected guests.
“May I have your names again, please?”
“Commander Michael Jones and these are my associates, Detective Jack Hale and Ms. Katherine Crystal.”
“That’s Katherine with a K and Crystal with a C,” Katherine noted, stepping into the porch light.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Who cares how you spell your name? We’re wasting precious time.” He slung the reprimand like he was dressing down an underling, not a colleague.
“You’re not on the list,” the woman persisted. “Do you have some identification?”
“Is this a party or an interrogation?” the commander hissed, jerking his badge from his pocket and flashing it in the gatekeeper’s face. He pulled back his jacket to give her a bird’s-eye-view of his .357 Smith & Wesson revolver. “Allow me to introduce my good friends Mr. Smith & Mr. Wesson. I don’t leave home without them. Why don’t you check again? I’m sure we’re on the list.”
Flustered, the woman stepped back. “I don’t like to interrupt The Lord Mayor, but I’ll get Chief Commissioner Williams.”
“I would appreciate that.” The commander turned back to them and whispered, “Katherine, you and Jack get busy. Have a look around. Be inconspicuous.”
Jack and Katherine followed the commander into the house and had started to disappear into the crowd when Jack placed his hand on Kate’s shoulder to stop her.
“I’d like to hear this conversation,” Jack whispered.
Commissioner Williams walked over to the commander. “What are you doing here, Jones?”
“We’re looking into the possibility that the, uh, Lord Mayor’s son, that is, Lucas Taylor, may somehow be involved in the Sydney Strangler case.”
The commissioner’s face flared in anger. “Involved? In what way?”
“The psychic we brought over from Atlanta had a vision. She identified Taylor as the Strangler.”
“She had a vision ? Is this some kind of a joke? And you thought you’d come to the Lord Mayor’s house, interrupt his party, and question him about his son? That’s outrageous! You don’t have a suspect and you’re grasping at straws.”
Jack nudged Katherine, herded her in with a cluster of guests, and planted her squarely behind an indoor ornamental tree to hide them from the commander’s view.
“I have a woman, the psychic, here, and she’s trying to see if she gets any—”
“Vibes? Is that the word you’re looking for, Jones? I know I authorized this psychic thing as a last ditch resort because you and your people have absolutely nothing to go on, but I will not allow anyone from my staff to insult the Lord Mayor this way. I think you’d better find this psychic person and go.”
“Yes, sir,” Commander Jones said, looking perplexed as he glanced around the room. The commander cleared his throat. “I...uh...seem to have lost them, sir.”
“Well, you’d bloody well better find them, then, Commander, if you fancy your job.” Commissioner Williams scanned the room, then straightened his tie. “I’m going to smooth things over with the Lord Mayor, and when I look up, I don’t want to see you here.”
Commander Jones surveyed the room and spotted Jack and Katherine behind the potted plant. The crowd was restless. Apparently everyone in the room had heard the argument. The Lord Mayor confronted the commander.
“Problem?” the Lord Mayor said.
“Just a routine police matter,” Commissioner Williams assured his host.
“Do you sense anything yet?” Jack asked, grabbing Katherine’s hand and ushering her into the next room and out of sight of the Lord Mayor.
“I’m not a crime-sniffing dog, for heaven’s sake,” Katherine barked.
“I know, but are you getting a
The woman glanced over her shoulder inside the living room to where the commissioner was standing with a drink in his hand, chatting with the Lord Mayor. She shook her head and clicked and unclicked her pen, clearly unhappy about the unscheduled intrusion of unexpected guests.
“May I have your names again, please?”
“Commander Michael Jones and these are my associates, Detective Jack Hale and Ms. Katherine Crystal.”
“That’s Katherine with a K and Crystal with a C,” Katherine noted, stepping into the porch light.
Jack rolled his eyes. “Who cares how you spell your name? We’re wasting precious time.” He slung the reprimand like he was dressing down an underling, not a colleague.
“You’re not on the list,” the woman persisted. “Do you have some identification?”
“Is this a party or an interrogation?” the commander hissed, jerking his badge from his pocket and flashing it in the gatekeeper’s face. He pulled back his jacket to give her a bird’s-eye-view of his .357 Smith & Wesson revolver. “Allow me to introduce my good friends Mr. Smith & Mr. Wesson. I don’t leave home without them. Why don’t you check again? I’m sure we’re on the list.”
Flustered, the woman stepped back. “I don’t like to interrupt The Lord Mayor, but I’ll get Chief Commissioner Williams.”
“I would appreciate that.” The commander turned back to them and whispered, “Katherine, you and Jack get busy. Have a look around. Be inconspicuous.”
Jack and Katherine followed the commander into the house and had started to disappear into the crowd when Jack placed his hand on Kate’s shoulder to stop her.
“I’d like to hear this conversation,” Jack whispered.
Commissioner Williams walked over to the commander. “What are you doing here, Jones?”
“We’re looking into the possibility that the, uh, Lord Mayor’s son, that is, Lucas Taylor, may somehow be involved in the Sydney Strangler case.”
The commissioner’s face flared in anger. “Involved? In what way?”
“The psychic we brought over from Atlanta had a vision. She identified Taylor as the Strangler.”
“She had a vision ? Is this some kind of a joke? And you thought you’d come to the Lord Mayor’s house, interrupt his party, and question him about his son? That’s outrageous! You don’t have a suspect and you’re grasping at straws.”
Jack nudged Katherine, herded her in with a cluster of guests, and planted her squarely behind an indoor ornamental tree to hide them from the commander’s view.
“I have a woman, the psychic, here, and she’s trying to see if she gets any—”
“Vibes? Is that the word you’re looking for, Jones? I know I authorized this psychic thing as a last ditch resort because you and your people have absolutely nothing to go on, but I will not allow anyone from my staff to insult the Lord Mayor this way. I think you’d better find this psychic person and go.”
“Yes, sir,” Commander Jones said, looking perplexed as he glanced around the room. The commander cleared his throat. “I...uh...seem to have lost them, sir.”
“Well, you’d bloody well better find them, then, Commander, if you fancy your job.” Commissioner Williams scanned the room, then straightened his tie. “I’m going to smooth things over with the Lord Mayor, and when I look up, I don’t want to see you here.”
Commander Jones surveyed the room and spotted Jack and Katherine behind the potted plant. The crowd was restless. Apparently everyone in the room had heard the argument. The Lord Mayor confronted the commander.
“Problem?” the Lord Mayor said.
“Just a routine police matter,” Commissioner Williams assured his host.
“Do you sense anything yet?” Jack asked, grabbing Katherine’s hand and ushering her into the next room and out of sight of the Lord Mayor.
“I’m not a crime-sniffing dog, for heaven’s sake,” Katherine barked.
“I know, but are you getting a
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