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information for you,” Alex said. Now was as good a time as any to broach that subject. Besides, Alex trusted Simon, and now that he knew he was on the case, Alex felt certain the murder would be solved.
For the moment, he too would reserve judgment on whether or not this killer was one and the same with Jack the Ripper. Alex didn’t want to consider the fact that Mia might have been a few breaths away from such a villain.
“You have discovered new information after questioning your staff?” Simon asked.
“Not precisely, but we’ll say that’s the source of my information for the time being.” There was no need to include Mia’s name in the investigation documents. Alex would tell Simon the truth later if it proved necessary to do so. “For now, this is what I can tell you.” And Alex proceeded to give Simon all the pertinent details of what Mia had witnessed. The whistling, the sound of his boots, the fact that this had not been a lovers’ quarrel—perhaps the most important bit of information to share.
“It certainly sounds as if we have an eyewitness. Alex, that could be huge in solving this case.” Simon looked up from the notes he’d taken. “That’s all quite specific information, but it does strike me as being unusual.”
“In what way?” Alex asked.
“There are no visual details. What did this alleged witness see?” Simon asked.
“Nothing. They were hidden, hiding in the shrubbery, afraid of being seen,” Alex said. It wasn’t an untruth, though clearly it wasn’t the entire truth, either.
Simon eyed him warily. “You are rather protective of this witness. Is it someone close to you?”
“I am merely being as protective as the situation warrants. This is a rather dangerous scenario,” Alex said. He would do the same for anyone who’d witnessed such a crime.
“How did you come to learn about these details?” Simon asked. “You know I must ask.”
“I cannot disclose that right now. Suffice it to say, I believe it to be a reliable source,” Alex said.
“Can you arrange for me to speak to this person?” Simon asked. “I will be unable to use any of this if I cannot get the details firsthand from the witness.”
Mia had already offered to speak to the police, but Alex had held her off. He wasn’t expecting her to make a very reliable witness, but he knew her information could potentially be helpful. Though now that he knew the lead investigator was Simon, perhaps he could arrange for Mia to speak to him. Still, in doing so she could feasibly bring herself into the spotlight in London, which was probably not something she’d even considered. Not to mention having to go over the details again and again had to be trying.
“I’ll consider it,” Alex finally said. “But I am hoping it will not come to that, that you can simply use this information to apprehend the perpetrator. Certainly this information combined with what you must have from the most recent murder will be enough,” Alex said.
“Today I will grant you this concession, but I am going to want to speak to this witness. Very soon,” Simon said.
Chapter Six
Mia closed her eyes and ran her hands against the cold clay. This piece was moving slower than she would have liked, but she was having difficulty imaging the vision she wanted to create. Several months ago, she had sold a piece to a woman in town, a bust of Aphrodite, and recently the woman had commissioned another bust. This time she wanted Diana, the goddess of hunters.
Mia knew she must have seen a drawing of the goddess in her early education, but it had been so long. And while most images in her memory were quite sharp and clear, some were beginning to fade around the edges. How she longed to gaze upon a book or sit and watch the river flow, instead of simply listening to it bubble and gurgle along. Something with movement and color, anything to rid herself of the horrible illustrations her mind had conjured about the murder. Now every time she
For the moment, he too would reserve judgment on whether or not this killer was one and the same with Jack the Ripper. Alex didn’t want to consider the fact that Mia might have been a few breaths away from such a villain.
“You have discovered new information after questioning your staff?” Simon asked.
“Not precisely, but we’ll say that’s the source of my information for the time being.” There was no need to include Mia’s name in the investigation documents. Alex would tell Simon the truth later if it proved necessary to do so. “For now, this is what I can tell you.” And Alex proceeded to give Simon all the pertinent details of what Mia had witnessed. The whistling, the sound of his boots, the fact that this had not been a lovers’ quarrel—perhaps the most important bit of information to share.
“It certainly sounds as if we have an eyewitness. Alex, that could be huge in solving this case.” Simon looked up from the notes he’d taken. “That’s all quite specific information, but it does strike me as being unusual.”
“In what way?” Alex asked.
“There are no visual details. What did this alleged witness see?” Simon asked.
“Nothing. They were hidden, hiding in the shrubbery, afraid of being seen,” Alex said. It wasn’t an untruth, though clearly it wasn’t the entire truth, either.
Simon eyed him warily. “You are rather protective of this witness. Is it someone close to you?”
“I am merely being as protective as the situation warrants. This is a rather dangerous scenario,” Alex said. He would do the same for anyone who’d witnessed such a crime.
“How did you come to learn about these details?” Simon asked. “You know I must ask.”
“I cannot disclose that right now. Suffice it to say, I believe it to be a reliable source,” Alex said.
“Can you arrange for me to speak to this person?” Simon asked. “I will be unable to use any of this if I cannot get the details firsthand from the witness.”
Mia had already offered to speak to the police, but Alex had held her off. He wasn’t expecting her to make a very reliable witness, but he knew her information could potentially be helpful. Though now that he knew the lead investigator was Simon, perhaps he could arrange for Mia to speak to him. Still, in doing so she could feasibly bring herself into the spotlight in London, which was probably not something she’d even considered. Not to mention having to go over the details again and again had to be trying.
“I’ll consider it,” Alex finally said. “But I am hoping it will not come to that, that you can simply use this information to apprehend the perpetrator. Certainly this information combined with what you must have from the most recent murder will be enough,” Alex said.
“Today I will grant you this concession, but I am going to want to speak to this witness. Very soon,” Simon said.
Chapter Six
Mia closed her eyes and ran her hands against the cold clay. This piece was moving slower than she would have liked, but she was having difficulty imaging the vision she wanted to create. Several months ago, she had sold a piece to a woman in town, a bust of Aphrodite, and recently the woman had commissioned another bust. This time she wanted Diana, the goddess of hunters.
Mia knew she must have seen a drawing of the goddess in her early education, but it had been so long. And while most images in her memory were quite sharp and clear, some were beginning to fade around the edges. How she longed to gaze upon a book or sit and watch the river flow, instead of simply listening to it bubble and gurgle along. Something with movement and color, anything to rid herself of the horrible illustrations her mind had conjured about the murder. Now every time she
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