Revelations by Laurel Dewey
Publisher: The Story Plant
Publish Date: June 14, 2011
Paperback, 464 pages
Fiction, Suspense
Jane Perry #3
ISBN: 978-0984190553
Fiction, Suspense
Jane Perry #3
ISBN: 978-0984190553
***My review will come later today, but I am really enjoying this book so far***
About Laurel Dewey
Laurel Dewey was born and raised in Los Angeles. She is the author of
two nonfiction books on plant medicine, a Silver Spur nominated Western
novella, hundreds of articles, two previous Jane Perry novels, Protector and Redemption, and the Jane Perry novella, An Unfinished Death. She lives in Western Colorado with her husband.To find out more about Laurel and her books visit: http://www.laureldewey.com
About Revelations
The small, upscale Colorado town of Midas had barely registered on Sergeant Detective Jane Perry’s radar before her former boss and current colleague told her she needed to join him there for a case. All she knew was that it was a long way from Denver — both in terms of physical distance and sensibility. 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. There are indications that Jacob is still alive, so the clock is ticking, but as Jane investigates Copeland, she begins to have doubts about his guilt. And at the same time, she begins to uncover trails of devastating – and even deadly – secrets all around Midas.
Meanwhile, Jane must deal with two considerable secrets of her own. One hits her like a left cross before she leaves Denver, and the other creeps up on her from the most unlikely of places. 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.
Book Excerpt
Jane was so deep in thought that she didn’t see the infamous bridge
on the left hand side where Jake allegedly went missing. She’d asked
Weyler for directions to the spot before ducking out of the sidewalk
news conference. Jane actually noted the speed trap camera warning sign
before she saw the bridge. She drove another half mile before locating a
safe place to turn around on the narrow two-lane highway. An idea
sprung to mind. She floored the Mustang and sped well past 60 mph on the
45 mph road, blasting past the first and second speed camera located
just across from the bridge. It was a test. She wanted to see if the
damn thing worked and, if it did, how clear the bridge was in the photo.
Her reasoning was cloudy but one of those back pocket possibilities. If
the photo proved to be sharp enough, she would strongly suggest that Bo
discreetly replace the speed camera with a 24/7 security camera so the
bridge could be monitored remotely. The idea had a dual purpose. The
first was mundane. Due to the signage, drivers would still be under the
impression that the camera would only click for speeders and thus, slow
down at that point making it somewhat easier to distinguish vehicles.
The second idea took into account human nature. Often, the kidnapper
returned to the scene of his or her crime. Perhaps, with this seemingly
brazen kidnapper, he would chose to leave a message or clue on the
bridge. As much as Jane despised Big Brother and the monitoring of
law-abiding citizens, installing a temporary rolling security camera at
this location made sense.
After blowing through the speed trap, Jane turned around and headed back to the bridge, parking the Mustang at the edge of the somewhat rickety overpass. She got out of her car just as a determined gust of cold wind beat against her body. She raised the collar on her leather jacket and stood for a moment in the center of the fifty-foot bridge. She could see the rushing river between the cracks of the warped planks. The temperature at this location was decidedly colder, thanks to the freezing water below her feet, still clutching ice chunks along the banks. Jane’s acute senses awakened again. The frigid air felt like a knife cutting her face. The sound of the river below seemed deafening and lawless in its intensity.
After blowing through the speed trap, Jane turned around and headed back to the bridge, parking the Mustang at the edge of the somewhat rickety overpass. She got out of her car just as a determined gust of cold wind beat against her body. She raised the collar on her leather jacket and stood for a moment in the center of the fifty-foot bridge. She could see the rushing river between the cracks of the warped planks. The temperature at this location was decidedly colder, thanks to the freezing water below her feet, still clutching ice chunks along the banks. Jane’s acute senses awakened again. The frigid air felt like a knife cutting her face. The sound of the river below seemed deafening and lawless in its intensity.
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