This is chapter 4.The characters are not mine, I'm simply borrowing them. Also, I am English. So if some of the spellings of the American words are wrong, I apologize.
JJ
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Derek sat at his desk, still reading the journal of one of Jake Simpson's colleagues. At that moment, the doors flew open and Alex came flying in.
"I've found something Derek. Something I think you'll be very interested in."She was obviously excited.
"Start at the beginning Alex", Derek said evenly. Alex took a deep breath, and visibly calmed herself.
"Okay. I ran a check for Lindsay Halliwell, the women who gave Jake the amulet.
No one has heard from her, since about two weeks after Jake Simpson was found dead.
The members of the house assigned the investigation into Simpson's death interviewed several of her friends and family. It was rumoured that she had changed her name and moved away.
Some said France, and some said Italy.
Well, I've tracked her down. Turns out she did change her name. But, she moved to England.So, I contacted a friend of mine at the London House. She did a little checking. A lot of checking, actually.
And we think we've found her." Alex sat down, smiling triumphantly.
Derek leaned back in his chair, slowly.
He steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and pursed his lips.
Alex looked on, amused. That was the classic 'Derek Rayne-----Thinker' pose.
He looked over to Alex. Finally he smiled.
"Very good work, Alex. It appears we may need to call in a few favours to our friends in the London House in order to contact Ms Halliwell."
He grimaced at the thought.
Alex's grin widened.
"That's not going to be necessary Derek. Two years ago, Alyssa Close, or Lindsay Halliwell as she use to be known, moved back to the US, to live with her sister. Guess where her sister lives Derek?"
Derek couldn't help but be caught up in her enthusiasm.
He decided to let her have her fun. He let his face go blank.
"Where did she move to Alex?"
Alex leaned forward in her chair.
"Her sister lives right here, in San Francisco. The woman who could potentially help solve our entire case, is living right here on our doorstep."
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Rachel was speechless. Quite an achievement.
The story that Scott Young…Jake Simpson…whoever he was, had just relayed to them, was completely unbelievable.
'Of course', she thought wryly,' so are vampires and ghosts. And I know they exist.'
She turned to Nick. When she had heard Scott/Jake say the name Robert Boyle, she knew the case had gotten harder. As usual, Nick's expression gave nothing away. His face was completely calm. But Rachel knew that beneath that exterior, a lot went on.
Jake looked back and forth between Rachel and Nick. He couldn't tell if they believed him or not, but he did feel better. He had needed to get that off his chest. Now if he could just get out of here, things would really be looking up.
Nick took a deep breath.
"Say I did believe you Scott." He took note of the expression on the other mans face.
Oh well, might as well humour him.
"Okay then, Jake. Why have you come back?"