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REVIEWS:
4 1/2 Lips. Review
from twolipsreview.com
Jessica Tyson is a special
consultant for the Seattle Police Department, her psychic abilities
on permanent call whenever the SPD needs to deter mine the location
of the commission of a murder. Now she's asked to discover the whereabouts
of two tourists who have disappeared during tours of Underground
Seattle, on two separate occasions. Assigned to rent an apartment
in the District temporarily, Jessica finds her new landlady, store
owner Samantha, has a bee in her bonnet about the homeless in the
area and is quite an advocate on their behalf.
A third tourist disappears just as Jesse starts in on the case,
but this one had already warned a close friend back home that her
husband planned to kill her. While Jesse investigates, she must
struggle with the constant exposure to the homeless and the theme
of their presence weaving through the case, which brings up memories
from her family past she would prefer not to examine.
Gone Missing in the Underground is 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. Jerol Anderson creates
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. Gone Missing in the Underground is the newest in the
Jessica Tyson Mystery series.
Fallen
Angel Reviews
Gone Missing in the Underground: A Jessica Tyson Mystery by Jerol
Anderson is a classic romantic mystery. It is well-written, interesting
and has so many plot twists that I didn’t figure the mystery
out until the end of the story. I loved this book!
Jessica is Special Agent for
the Seattle Police Department. She has extra-sensory perception
abilities that allow her to solve murders by seeing where they’ve
happened. She’s asked onto a case by her friend Sergeant Cardon
and immediately answers his call for help. People are beginning
to turn up missing on the Seattle Underground and the Mayor is anxious
to see the crimes solved. A woman assumes her husband is behind
her, but he goes missing. A man thinks his bride is just steps behind
him, but when he turns to look she’s gone. For some it might
seem a good way to dispose of a spouse but the families of these
missing people are frantic. Jessica begins her special kind of investigation,
while dealing with issues with her lover, David. They’ve just
moved in together and are going through some personal things.
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 wok 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!
Reviewed by: Carly
EXCERPT:
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 the 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?”
Everything always so urgent. No small-talk.
“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 after all. She was only called in
when the Seattle Police Department (SPD) couldn’t solve a
case. Her ESP that allowed her to see where a murder 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.
****
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 jacket 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 the computer print-out
of 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 a heavy-set gentleman,
gray hair and looking very much like the successful fifty-year old.
On the right, a young girl, probably Middle Eastern, strikingly
beautiful twenty-something 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 photos as she could, like
a child not touching the photo of a spider to avoid the evil.
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