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Order EMMA’S GARDEN<\/strong><\/p>\n Many ways to order:<\/p>\n Amazon: \u00a0Emma’s Garden<\/a><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n For a signed copy:<\/strong> send request and $19.00 per book (includes taxes and shipping) to: Questions on ordering? \u00a0 Please contact me at: jerol.writer@gmail.com<\/p>\n EMMA’s GARDEN<\/strong> is available locally at these fine stores:<\/p>\n WI – Cambridge – Village Pharmacy & Gifts 109 W. Main St. REVIEWS<\/strong><\/p>\n 4 Stars EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n Jessica Tyson took a long sip of coffee and settled into the lounge chair in the entryway greenhouse of David Chapman\u2019s foyer. Absorbing the June morning sunlight through the skylight above, she drew in a long healing breath. Now that she\u2019d moved in with David, her fianc\u00e9, at the home they shared in Fremont, Washington their life was mellowing into real comfort.<\/p>\n Melinda, David\u2019s fourteen-year-old live-in niece, had helped add color to this escape spot with a potted geranium and a bird of paradise. Jesse smiled, remembering their fun time at the florist in Pioneer Square.<\/p>\n \u201cI have to go. I told them I\u2019d be there.\u201d Melinda\u2019s shrill shout pierced the air from the kitchen.<\/p>\n Jesse\u2019s cell phone rang and she checked it.<\/p>\n \u201cSergeant Cardon.\u201d She groaned aloud. \u201cAnother interruption to spoil my quiet moment.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCardon here,\u201d his voice barked through the receiver.<\/p>\n From the kitchen, David instructed loudly, \u201cYou aren\u2019t going until I meet these kids.\u201d<\/p>\n Melinda\u2019s voice cut the air as she tried, but failed, to match David\u2019s calm tone. \u201cIt\u2019s a prom float. We were the only four sophomores chosen to work on it. It\u2019s just in Jimmy\u2019s garage.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCardon,\u201d Jesse growled into the receiver, \u201csave me. Get me out of here.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n \u201cCan\u2019t you hear that racket in the background?\u201d Jesse held the phone from her ear to make sure Cardon could hear.<\/p>\n David shouted, \u201cThen bring Jimmy over here first, okay? Either that or I\u2019ll show up at his house and really embarrass you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHow\u2019s he supposed to get out here?\u201d Melinda whined.<\/p>\n Jesse returned the receiver to her ear. \u201cDavid and Melinda are having a, I guess you\u2019d call it, heated discussion.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou already told me he\u2019s a junior,\u201d David continued. \u201cThat usually means he has a driver\u2019s license. I\u2019ll be home by five. Call me on your cell if I\u2019m to meet you someplace.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse jumped at the slamming back door.<\/p>\n \u201cWhew,\u201d she breathed out. \u201cThe tornado\u2019s off to school.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d Cardon announced, \u201cI\u2019ve got something a little different going on over here. I\u2019ve got this small-town police chief calling me from Wisconsin. Met him last year at a forensics seminar here in Seattle. He\u2019s got some people missing and he\u2019s calling for help.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse shook her head.<\/p>\n Same old Sergeant Cardon, right down to business.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd of course you offered me? Right?\u201d<\/p>\n She calmed her heart and held her voice steady. God had given her the gift after all. It started as a child and now had become her career. While standing at the scene of a murder she could actually see how it occurred and she\u2019d helped the Seattle Police Department with several unsolvable cases already.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean? Offered you? Just thought since you grew up in Wisconsin, maybe you\u2019d like to pay a little visit.\u201d<\/p>\n She stared at the unread newspaper she\u2019d just strolled out to retrieve from the corner caf\u00e9. \u201cSorry, I guess I\u2019m getting hooked on this vacation time. Just never thought I\u2019d become so popular that you\u2019d ship me across the nation on cases.\u201d<\/p>\n She heard his sigh through the phone. \u201cMeet me and we\u2019ll talk,\u201d he said. \u201cYou know it\u2019s your decision.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen and where?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSame place, Duke\u2019s, and I\u2019m on my way.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse chuckled. \u201cOf course. Let me get my shoes on.\u201d<\/p>\n Cardon laughed in response. \u201cSee you there.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse drove up and parked in her usual spot on First Avenue. She turned off the car, pulled the key out of the ignition and hooked the ring through her forefinger. Gripping the steering wheel, she slid her open palms back and forth across the top.<\/p>\n A smile found its way to her lips as she stared at the sparkling of sunlight off car bumpers and shadows from a green-striped awning shading the sidewalk. A huge pot with red, yellow and blue flowers caught her eye.<\/p>\n \u201cOne day I\u2019ll retire and learn about flowers,\u201d she mumbled as she climbed out and into the sharp sunlight.<\/p>\n She pulled open the big wooden door to Duke\u2019s Hideaway and inhaled the familiar odor of beer and frying foods.<\/p>\n Place never changes.<\/p>\n She knew Cardon could be found tucked away in his regular spot\u2014a booth near the bar. She slid into the seat across the table from him. A mug of coffee with two creamers on the side sat in front of her place.<\/p>\n \u201cPretty casual today, pedal pushers and tank top,\u201d he commented over the rim of his coffee mug and then slurped a sip.<\/p>\n Jesse smiled. \u201cThey\u2019re called Capri pants now. And I didn\u2019t think you\u2019d mind. Something tells me my casual days will be ending very, very soon.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd what\u2019s with the coffee?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n \u201cThought I might have to jolt you awake from your little vacation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cActually, it\u2019s a rocky vacation in that house. You heard it.\u201d Jesse emptied the creams into the steaming mug. \u201cWhat\u2019s the matter? The guys down at the SPD can\u2019t screw up enough murder investigations locally? You have to farm me out now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah.\u201d Cardon\u2019s whole round body shook with his nod. \u201cThat\u2019s about it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo, tell me about your friend in Wisconsin.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cChief Dodge, a young whipper snapper in Argus, Wisconsin. The whole village of all of two thousand people depend on him to keep them in line. But he\u2019s an indecisive kinda guy. Leans on other people to make his decisions, if you know what I mean. Says that a lot, too\u2014\u2018know what I mean?\u2019<\/p>\n \u201cAnyway, at the conference we talked briefly about what you do. You know, how you see the action where a murder has happened. He acted skeptical, but then we were attending a conference on forensics, so he tried to show an open mind.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse raised an eyebrow. \u201cKinda like you did during the first two cases we worked?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHey, I caught on. You had me hooked by the end of the Queen Anne case.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse glanced down at the table and chuckled. \u201cOkay, sorry. Go on.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTwo women have disappeared from Argus, his little village of two thousand, earlier this year. One a battered wife and the other a single bank teller who made off with a deposit bag. So after a couple of months\u2019 search, he put them on the back burner. Figured they both wanted to run off. You know, like in our last case.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse lowered her coffee mug and rolled her eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cWouldn\u2019t have called me,\u201d Cardon continued, \u201cbut there\u2019s a third. The mother of a teen\u2019s come up missing now. Her mother and the teen\u2019s grandmother, Mrs. Emerson, has threatened to call the FBI if the chief doesn\u2019t get off his ass and find her.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHe suspects they\u2019ve all been killed?\u201d Jesse asked.<\/p>\n Cardon shrugged. \u201cWell it\u2019s the right area to have a serial killer running around, isn\u2019t it? Dahmer, Gein\u2014you know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon\u2019t you criticize where I was born and bred,\u201d Jesse warned. \u201cOnly I get to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n Cardon held up his hand to stave off Jesse\u2019s arrows. \u201cHey, don\u2019t get your dander up. \u201cBut I want you to be extra careful on this one. I don\u2019t know how professional these guys are. Keep me posted step-by-step and maybe we can work on this together.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWell, Of-fi-cer Car-don, we may pull you in from the stone age yet. If I\u2019m going to keep you posted, you\u2019ll have to learn to use e-mail.\u201d She took a sip of the coffee. As it went down, she savored the warm familiarity of jousting with Cardon and grinned over the rim of the cup.<\/p>\n She fingered the side of the mug. \u201cI suppose you haven\u2019t thought about the dynamics of my just picking up and moving from my present situation to across the country.\u201d<\/p>\n He reached and gently gripped her wrist. \u201cHow are things with you and David?\u201d<\/p>\n She smiled.<\/p>\n He really is coming out of his shell. A real concern for me.<\/p>\n \u201cWe\u2019re doing well. Only there are three of us now, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n Cardon let out his familiar belly chuckle. \u201cYes, so I heard this morning. And your mentioning e-mail reminded me. Your little charge, Melinda, sends me e-mails all the time and I have to ask for help to open them. At the station they thought I had a lady friend until she started calling me Gramps. They get a laugh out of that, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cShe must be a handful. Are you ready to move out?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo, I just wonder sometimes where this is going. She actually gives David and me a center. Never run out of learning experiences\u2014for all of us.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd she\u2019s into boys now, you know.\u201d Cardon spoke over the rim of his mug. \u201cYou knew that was coming.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, but it\u2019s all about the trust. Communication and trust.\u201d Jesse shook her head. \u201cDifficult and different.\u201d<\/p>\n Cardon nodded. \u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse wondered if Cardon really understood. \u201cYou\u2019ve changed a lot since we first started working together, Gramps.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI hope I\u2019m helping us all grow up.\u201d Cardon let out a sigh and sat back. \u201cIsn\u2019t that what a gramps is supposed to do?\u201d He rested his head on the wooden back of the booth. \u201cShe e-mails me and I read about her friends and realize I have to be the adult with advice now. She says she thinks I\u2019m a cross between Columbo and a rock star.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse raised an eyebrow and growled, \u201cC\u2019mon.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPretty good assessment, don\u2019t you think?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t even want to go there.\u201d<\/p>\n Jesse drew in a long, deep breath. \u201cNow what about Wisconsin? If I take this on, anything special I need to pack besides laptop and phone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, your sense of small-town and big ears. There\u2019s no way they\u2019re not going to know exactly why you\u2019re there. Word\u2019ll travel within a couple of days.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou kidding? I\u2019m sure the whole village knows about me and my mission already. I\u2019d be surprised if my face isn\u2019t already glaring across the front of the local Gazette.\u201d<\/p>\n Cardon grinned and eyed his coffee. \u201cThree people\u2014all women. One suspected of just walking out on an abusive husband, one older and alone and may have just wanted to leave her boring single life with a full bank bag and now this mother leaving behind a daughter, evidently with no reason to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe usual,\u201d Jesse mumbled. \u201cBut you have more information, right? I mean is there a husband and father to the mother and daughter duo?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo husband or father around, except the first disappearance with the abusive husband.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve made notes in this pad for you.\u201d He lifted a spiral notebook from the seat beside him and slid it across the table. \u201cChief Dodge will fill you in on the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n Hand-written.<\/p>\n But she didn\u2019t comment. He\u2019d have to learn to type to send e-mails.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you advertise my abilities all across the country?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cActually it was a hypothetical thing. We talked like \u2018what if there was a person who could read where a death occurred.\u2019<\/p>\n \u201cAnd remember, Jesse, you are only assisting. Got to make it look like the chief\u2019s in the lead at all times.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo this Mrs. Emerson thinks her daughter may be dead and the whole village thinks she ran off?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMight be the other way around. The chief and the mayor, his buddy, keep hushing it all up. Mayor says people run away all the time\u2014like runaways from high school. Nonconfrontational Chief Dodge just follows instructions from the mayor and his public. Now this lady, Mrs. Emerson\u2019s putting the pressure on. Threatened to bring in the FBI to find her daughter\u2014dead or alive.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Order EMMA’S GARDEN Many ways to order: Amazon: \u00a0Emma’s Garden \u00a0 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? \u00a0 Please contact … Continue reading
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\nJessica Tyson is called to Wisconsin to help find three missing women. She has a special gift for finding missing people. The police chief is inept and won\u2019t make a move without his mayor\u2019s permission. There is a lot more to this mystery than she first thought. Her investigation soon becomes personal.
\nJerol Anderson knows how to write a mystery that will hold people\u2019s attention. Her plot is well developed. I found myself trying to solve the mystery right along with Jessica. The characters are well developed. They seem life-like. Fans of mystery will not want to miss Emma\u2019s Garden,
\nReviewed by Debra Gaynor for ReviewYourBook.com, 11\/08<\/p>\n
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