Revelations: Jane Perry Mysteries Book 3

Paperback | July 5, 2011

byLaurel Dewey

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In this third Jane Perry novel, Laurel Dewey takes Jane out of Denver to the small town of Midas where the Chief of Police is a close friend of Jane's boss. Jacob Van Gorden, the fifteen-year-old son of a prominent area businessman, has disappeared and all signs point to his abductor being Jordan Copeland, a man who committed a similar crime decades ago. Jane settles into this little community for much longer than she wants, living with a preacher and his family (including their eccentric teenage daughter who was Jacob's girlfriend). There are signs that Jacob is still alive, so the clock is ticking. And as Jane investigates Jordan Copeland, she begins to have doubts about his guilt and begins to uncover signs of devastating - and even deadly - secrets all around Midas.Meanwhile, Jane must deal with two considerable secrets of her own. One hits her in the gut before she leaves Denver and the other creeps up on her from the most unlikely of places. And on top of this, Hank Ross, owner of a bar in Midas, has somehow managed to find a way beneath Jane's armor-plated defenses, forcing her to contend with feelings she hasn't allowed to surface for a very long time.Revelations is the most powerful and personal Jane Perry novel yet. Teeming with the passions and ambiguities that make Laurel Dewey so compelling to read, it is a breathtaking story of mysteries revealed and withheld.

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In this third Jane Perry novel, Laurel Dewey takes Jane out of Denver to the small town of Midas where the Chief of Police is a close friend of Jane's boss. Jacob Van Gorden, the fifteen-year-old son of a prominent area businessman, has disappeared and all signs point to his abductor being Jordan Copeland, a man who committed a similar...

Laurel Dewey was born and raised in Los Angeles. She began her career working in public relations for such celebrities as Barbra Streisand and Frank Sinatra before writing a string of mystery radio plays for Los Angeles radio networks. She is the author of two nonfiction books on plant medicine, a Silver Spur nominated Western novella,...

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Format:PaperbackDimensions:464 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 1.75 inPublished:July 5, 2011Publisher:The Story PlantLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from You won't want to miss this one~! Revelations is the third book in the Jane Perry murder mystery series. Detective Jane Perry has just been assigned her toughest case, not by her department, but by her doctor. Jane has just been told that she may have cervical cancer. After recently getting her life in order, she is disheartened to learn of her newest fate. Deciding a leave of absence is best, in order to get her affairs in place, she is sidetracked by a new investigation. Her partner, Weyler, informs her that he wants them to investigate a kidnapping of a fifteen year old boy, Jacob Van Gorden, the son of a wealthy and prominent businessman in the town of Midas. Weyler explains they are doing this as a favour, seems he and the Sheriff of Midas, Bo Lowry, are old friends and the Sheriff is about to retire and wishes to put this case behind him. Going outside of their jurisdiction the two accept the case, but what Jane unravels isn't what she expected to find. Jane comes to learn that her own mother may have had a hand in this affair and with many twists and turns, she is lead deeper and deeper into the mystery of Midas, while fighting her own inner emotional turmoils. Jordan Copeland is their main suspect, he has many secrets and shares them in riddles and half-truths and he was once tried and convicted for a similar crime many years ago. Hank Ross, a bar owner in Midas, befriends Jane, forcing her to reconsider her feelings about the opposite sex, breaking away the hard outer shell she carries like a prize. Everyone in Midas has a secret and fingers point to almost everyone in town, including the Sheriff, someone knows the truth and Jane is determined to find out and put this mystery behind her. Her health may depend upon it... This was a great mystery, no seriously, the plot is convincing and leaves you turning the pages. The characters are believable, each one fitting into the story nicely and their character traits were flawless. I thought Jane was a very strong protagonist, witty and determined, she is one of the better liked characters I have read in a while. Her convictions are worthy and her tell like it is attitude was very enjoyable to read. As well, Jane's emotional battle was heart warming, drawing you into Jane's personality, endearing her to the reader. I thought the ending was perfect, the outcome will not disappoint those who peruse the pages, sometimes books fall short in their wrap up but this one completes the story, bringing it full circle in a well written prose. If I had to list one flaw, it would probably be the Sheriff, I'm not sure if it was how he spoke or his attitude, but I did not like him and perhaps, this worked with the story, adding to the mystery, however, I found him annoying to read and was glad to get past his narrative. The book is a long read, but its well worth it and I would definitely recommend it for your mystery club book shelves.
Date published: 2011-06-14

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CHAPTER 3 “Boss!” Jane stammered. “I thought you’d left.” Weyler sidestepped his way around Jane and crossed to his chair. “I was on a long call to an old friend.” He slid a yellow pad filled with handwritten notes across his desk and spied the folded sheet of paper. “What’s this?” he said, unfolding Jane’s letter. Jane never planned to be standing in the room when he read her hastened note explaining her abrupt week long leave. “It’s … a … .” It was uncharacteristic for Jane to stumble like this. She respected Weyler too much to bullshit him but she also wasn’t in the mood to explain herself in person. “’Boss?’” Weyler said out loud, reading the heading on her note. “Why do you keep calling me ‘boss?’” “Habit, boss,” Jane said, distracted and feeling like the proverbial fish in a bowl that’s about to be shot. “Let me explain about the note.“ Weyler slid the letter onto his desk in a nonchalant manner. “Sorry. Can’t give you any time off now.” Jane’s back went up. A second ago she was hesitant, now she was pissed by Weyler’s off-hand attitude. “I have more time on the books than anyone in the department! I’m just asking for a week.“ “I’ve already committed you to a case. Well, both of us actually.” Jane felt the walls caving in. That all-too-familiar edge began to creep up. God, a cigarette would taste damn good right now. “I really need this time off.“ “Is someone dead or dying?” Weyler stared at Jane, waiting for her answer. For a moment, Jane wondered if Weyler could read her mind. Dying. His words yanked the freshly formed scab off the news she’d received an hour earlier. “I &hellip ” Jane was at a loss for words. “Because someone else is,” Weyler stated, taking a seat in his plush, leather office chair and motioning for Jane to sit across from him. Jane reluctantly sat down. “We work in homicide. Someone’s always dead or dying.” Weyler drew the yellow pad toward him. “But this one is way outside the norm. Goes against the statistics.” Jane hated the fact that Weyler knew how to play her so well. She loved cases that dwelled outside the box and made her think. She took the bait. “What stats?” “A fifteen-year-old boy was kidnapped &hellip after what appeared to be his attempted suicide.” The thought briefly crossed her mind that some poor kid was having a worse day than she was. “He tried to kill himself &hellip .“ “By hanging. On a remote bridge.” “And then someone kidnaps him? What are the odds of that?” “Million to one.“ “Make it two million to one, given his age. Fifteen-year-old boys don’t get kidnapped. They’re full of testosterone and attitude.“ “His name is Jacob Van Gorden. He goes by ‘Jake.’ Even though he’s fifteen, he’s small for his age,” Weyler offered, checking his notes. “So what? He’s fifteen! He’s a boy! Fifteen-year-old boys run away, hop a train.“ “Hop a train?” “You know what I’m saying. The suicide wasn’t real. Jake obviously set it up and ditched town.” “That’s what everyone thought. But now is when it gets interesting. The family and police are being sent odd clues as to the boy’s disappearance.” “Asking for ransom? Come on! The kid’s in on it. He’s pimping his family to get attention and some money.” “No request for money, Jane. Just odd deliveries of statements to the family.” The day was quickly catching up with Jane. She pinched the skin between her eyes. “You said a remote bridge? Didn’t know Denver had any of those left.” “It didn’t happen in Denver. This occurred up in Midas.” Jane let out a tired puff of air. Midas, a town of less than 10,000, was located about 90 minutes northwest of Denver. “That’s a tad out of our jurisdiction!” She was aiming to volley another lob for a week off when Weyler spoke. “They’ve got their eye on a local guy. Jordan Copeland. Name ring a bell?” Jane shook her head. “Way before your time, I guess. It was a huge tabloid story back in the summer of 1968.” Weyler filled her in on one of the more infamous murder cases of the late 1960’s. It had “sensational” written all over it. Copeland was eighteen and found guilty of killing his next door neighbor, a mentally retarded, thirteen-year-old boy, Daniel Marshall in the backyard of his home in Short Hills, New Jersey. For no particular reason, Copeland shot the kid in cold blood with his father’s rifle and then hid the boy’s dead body under his bed for several days before the smell gave him away. “He did thirty-four years hard time,” Weyler added. “Got out of prison seven years ago and settled in Midas about two years back.” “If they think Copeland did it, then why are we getting involved?” “They don’t have enough evidence to hold Copeland, even though his behavior is pretty damn strange. They took everything they needed from him before letting him go. Handwriting sample, blood, hair, DNA. Bottom line: time’s ticking away. This all went down five days ago. The family didn’t jump on it because they thought it was a suicide.” “With no body?” “Figured he slipped out of the noose and fell into the river. But the day after the disappearance, the family started getting the strange notes.” “How come no news coverage?” “Family insists on keeping it low key. So does the town.” “Wait a second. What happened to whoring yourself across primetime TV to get help? Maybe Copeland dumped the kid across state lines.“ “This is Midas, Jane. People don’t move to Midas, Colorado to get attention. They move there to blend in and live a quiet, unexposed existence. The family and the police chief want to respect those wishes. The last thing they crave is a goddamned media circus. Can you blame them?” Jane certainly had been part of media circuses. Too many times, she’d reluctantly played a pivotal role in high profile cases and had the spotlight directed her way. She hated it and rejected all offers to cash in on her celebrity. Except once, almost two years ago, when she agreed to an appearance on Larry King Live. The owner of the local coffee joint still gave her a free refill for that. “If they like this Copeland asshole for it, why don’t they have some cops sit up on him to watch his moves 24/7, harass him, see if the weird notes stop arriving and then pummel him into a confession?” “They’re short staffed. You have the police chief, his secretary and a few deputies.” “Midas is one of the wealthiest small towns north of Denver. They can certainly afford to hire out extra help.“ Jane noted Weyler’s expression. “Oh, shit. We’re the extra help?”