Jadeah glowered. Her warm bed - a memory. Gold morning spilling through seaward windows is replaced by gray traffic and dark apprehension, as she drives to the murder scene.
voice, laced with confusion and not a little fear, echoes in her ear.
She could only wonder what was wrong. His voice was clear and controlled
when he called, but the bleed-through of raw emotion: the anger, fear
and utter bafflement in his mind, were a miasmic smell to her highly
trained senses. Jadeah's carefully planned day was now supplanted by the
urgency he unwittingly implied.
Her mind kept returning to the
manuscripts lying idle on her desk. She was busier than ever now.
Anonymity was a thing of the past and sometimes she remembered those
early days fondly. Back then, they turned her stories down. They were
all skeptics and none of them believed in her and what she stood for.
Back then, she could go anywhere unnoticed - not now. Now, she had two
children's books and two novels published, and the poems and short
bardic tales of the Before Times were even doing well. She smiled
inwardly, well, maybe I didn't like being unknown better, but my life
sure was simpler and more serene.
This past year her old
schoolmate from MU had taken to calling her in whenever he needed esper
help in his law enforcement work. It took time away from her writing and
sometimes resulted in unwelcome notoriety. She preferred the calling of
writer and poet to that of psychic sleuth or 'Wonder Witch' as the
ever-irreverent columnist Amanda Mason dubbed her.
pleasant witnessing the aftermath of crimes. True, James only called her
when he's desperate, and he never spreads her name around. "Blast!" She
muttered aloud. Something is terribly wrong, and I will never get my
book to the publisher by deadline, never mind the article for Mayax
Today, and, damn it all! I'll call them both later. She had arrived.
parked her Rover behind the police cars, and got a dirty look from the
Sergeant. Jade got out, slammed the door, and called up to him as she
mounted the stairs to the entrance he barred, “Sergeant, I got a call to
meet Lieutenant Jeffries here."
"He ain't here yet and the room
is sealed and no one goes in until he gets here and you’re illegally
parked, so move that thing."
His words reached her: lances honed
with anger, trailing fear. "Why are you so angry, Sergeant?" She asked,
sending him soothing thoughts. A glare was her answer. Turning to go
down the stairs, she saw James pull in behind her Rover, and sighed with
"James, just let me move the Rover, and I'll be right with you."
on police business. The Rover’s fine." The smile was for Jade. The
sergeant received a cold, “See that Ms. Kenion's vehicle is not
disturbed or ticketed."
"Yes, sir," the stony-faced reply belied the seething lava behind the eyes.
and Jade entered the house and instantly five people, all talking at
once, surrounded them. The forensics team was there. The photographer
wanted to take pictures. K.D. Jones, detective in training barred the
door. "I kept them out just like you said, Lieutenant. Sergeant O'Conner
is Pi..., uh, real upset, sir." The young man glanced sideways at Jade.
She felt the curiosity and the awe, and gave him her warmest smile and
James was all business, "So what else is new in the world. All right, K.D., report."
sir. The maid got here at 6:30 this morning, opened up and came in. She
said she noticed the library door open slightly and a light on. She
said it wasn’t like Mrs. Kane, uh, the lady who lives here, uh, lived
here, so she walked into the room and there she was, the corpse, uh,
Mrs. Kane, sir. She got scared and didn't go any further - she ran out
to the hall, called us, and oh yeah, she's in the kitchen with the cook.
She's still pretty shook."
"Jadeah?" She barely heard James call her by her full name. She was already tuning into the room’s vibrations. "Jade?"
I hear you, please tell your minions to sit and stay put. The room
where the body was found is only apart of the crime scene. It'll be hard
to see past their traces to the earlier, fainter ones of what happened
here some hours ago."
"Sure! You all heard. Shut-up and sit."
sat, startled, and irritated that they weren't allowed to do their
jobs. They watched Jade and muted whispers circulated amongst them.
"She’s one of them you know one of the Wyse."
"Yeah? A witch you mean; I know."
"Shhh, she's his, you know, friend. He'll hear and she don't need to hear to know."