Many ways to order:
Amazon: Gone Missing in The Underground
For a signed copy: send request and $19.00 per book (includes taxes and shipping) to:
Jerol Anderson
PO Box 339
Cambridge, WI 53523
Questions on ordering? Please contact me at: jerol.writer@gmail.com
GONE MISSING IN THE UNDERGROUND is available locally at these fine stores:
WI – Cambridge – Village Pharmacy & Gifts 109 W. Main St.
WI – Fort Atkinson – Hometown Pharmacy, 102 S. Main St.
WI – Fort Atkinson/Busseyville – Burdick’s Greenhouse, W9076 State Rd 106
WI – Janesville – Book World of Janesville 2451 Milton Ave.
WI – Lake Mills – The Vintage Flip, 400 N. Main St.
WI – Watertown – Literatus & Co. 401 E. Main St.
WI – Waukesha – Martha Merrell’s Books, 231 W Main St.
MI – Traverse City – Horizon Books 243 E. Front St.
MI – Petoskey – Horizon Books 319 E. Mitchell St.
IN – Lafayette – Second Flight Books, 2200 Elmwood Ave D7
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.
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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.
