Unsolved Case Files: Jane 3 Novels & Stories

~End of Flashback~ Seeing Nicholas in my Casino made my blood boil and reopened an old wound. He was accusing me of fucking his girl. The only person I could think of was Jane. But something still doesn’t click. How did Jane become his girl when he's with Carmine? Did they break up? Or is he cheating on Carmine? I'd like to know the specifics.

“Guys, take your places. Meanwhile, I’ll go into my office make calls.” Bates dashed toward his office. Wally Hanes had been their biggest piece of work, then another nut on the loose murdering people. Before Bates shut the office door, Jennifer rushed toward him. He paused in the doorway, frowning. “Wait, Bates this just came in.” She said, handing the file over to him. Bates gazed at her. “Where did you get this?” “Someone faxed it over to us.”

The interrogating officer from before noticed her and walked over. “Miss Jane,” he said politely. “How are you doing today?” Jane blinked twice. She almost laughed. This was the same man who had barked at her and treated her like dirt days ago. “I’m fine, Officer,” she said carefully. He lowered his voice. “About this case, have you gotten any proof to show you are innocent?” Jane shook her head. “It’s impossible to get proof now. I’m out of the company.” The officer glanced around before leaning closer.

Kimberley smiled, before kissing me and disappearing down the corridor to the bathroom. “You’re a lucky man, John.” He told me. “I know,” I said. “Now, what do I owe the pleasure?” “I didn’t bother going to the party last night because I was busy making the connection between our three missing persons.” “Which is?” He laid the file down on the kitchen worktop, opened it and removed a black and white photograph. It was of a young woman who had been brutally murdered. I looked at DI Silver for an explanation.

Since when did she hesitate while in pursuit of a potential collar? Yet, as she watched the small, dark-haired woman on the other side of the glass, she found herself trying to find her usual courage. Her next move could prove extremely deadly. Jane was technically off duty. One of her confidential informants had let her know that the girl she was looking for was on the move. Which lead her to the Knight's Out coffee shop.

"Your hands up in the air now." A smile of defeat etched on Jane's face and her face began to stream crocodile tears. "You bastard," she cursed at me. "You think this is over yet? Wait till my father come around." "Well, I'm afraid your father wouldn't be able to save you this time, Miss. Jane. For there are tons of evidences to use against you in the court, including your admission to being responsible for all of this the chaos and murder of both Mr. Slade's other son's mother..." said the officer as he handcuffed her. "And even being an accomplice in Junior's grandma's death."

"I'm good, but I've been better." That earned her a laugh. "I'm guessing you miss school." She nodded and looked over his shoulder. "Where's Dennis?" We had told her that Clement was joining us, but that Vivian and Tory had to stay behind. Vianne and I shared a look since we knew where the man was—in Darwin. He was the best at theft and stealth. What we learned about Janice and her family hadn't been good, all of them had disappeared, concerned friends and coworkers reporting them missing after forty-eight hours. We hadn't found out sooner, because for some reason their case was under so much shit that our contact within the local department couldn't find out anything until he went through t

"You have a problem with Mr. Hoffman's decision?" "No way! Not at all! I'll bring Winter over first thing tomorrow." Jane let out a relieved breath. "Anything else, Mr. Wells?" "Mr. Hoffman wants Winter for the role of the second female lead's assassin in Unchallenged Dominion's investment." "Seriously?" It was like a jackpot had just landed in her lap. The night had been full of surprises for Jane. Before she knew it, she was already on the phone with Winter. Winter was less than thrilled to see Jane's name on the caller ID. "Jane, it's late. Unless this is super important, you know I don’t like calls outside of work hours."

"The boss will want results. Real results." The operative said nothing, listening. "We couldn't get the folder," Jane continued, her voice taking on an edge-something hungry beneath the control. "We couldn't catch Montrel in that tunnel. He slipped through our fingers." A pause. Then her voice shifted completely-sharp now, eager, almost breathless. "But his wife..." The operative could hear the smile in her voice. "His wife is right here. In our city. Visiting people we're already watching." Jane's breathing quickened slightly, excitement bleeding through.

I was flung to the ground, and I remained silent as I endured her kicks and punches. I didn't even bother to answer the barrage of questions that the police threw at me. I was detained for three months. A steady stream of policemen, lawyers, and prosecutors took turns to alternatively cajole and threaten me, but I was unmoved. The case ground to a halt because of me, and Vivian could no longer stand it. She obtained permission from the Chief of Police to visit me in prison. "Asville Hospital has recently developed a new serum that can reconstruct memories from witnesses' brain waves. However, the process is extremely painful. Once the memories have been completely extracted, the brain waves