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SUMMARY:
From the New
York Times bestselling suspense author Jan Burke comes a brand-new e-short
story with the added bonus of three short stories from the Eighteen anthology.
Apprehended is a mini-anthology containing a brand new short story from Jan Burke: "The Unacknowledged," which features the fan-favorite investigative reporter Irene Kelly, back in her journalism school days. Also included are three short stories from the previously published Eighteen: "Why Tonight," "A Fine Set of Teeth," and "A Man of My Stature."
Praise for Eighteen:
"Astonishing…wry…these stories are sure to delight." —New York Times bestselling author Jeffrey Deaver
"A delightful collection of page-turners. At turns chilling, funny, poignant—and always insightful. With these stories, Jan Burke’s at the top of her game." —New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman
Apprehended is a mini-anthology containing a brand new short story from Jan Burke: "The Unacknowledged," which features the fan-favorite investigative reporter Irene Kelly, back in her journalism school days. Also included are three short stories from the previously published Eighteen: "Why Tonight," "A Fine Set of Teeth," and "A Man of My Stature."
Praise for Eighteen:
"Astonishing…wry…these stories are sure to delight." —New York Times bestselling author Jeffrey Deaver
"A delightful collection of page-turners. At turns chilling, funny, poignant—and always insightful. With these stories, Jan Burke’s at the top of her game." —New York Times bestselling author Jonathan Kellerman
EXCERPT:
I made sure we were alone. That was actually the
hardest part. After realizing that no restaurant in the city would be free of
people who might know Donna, I ended up inviting her over for dinner on a night
when I knew Lydia had an evening class. Until two months earlier, Lydia and I
had shared the place with another roommate, but she had married over the
summer. We had been putting off finding another renter, but tonight I was glad
for the lack of a potential eavesdropper, enjoying the emptiness and quiet that
usually had me thinking that I was going to have to move back home again.
Donna and I made small talk until after I cleared
the dishes. She seemed a little down. All the same, she was an easy person to
talk to. I was fighting some very cynical thinking about that as I pulled out
some photocopies I had made.
I had thought of going all Perry Mason on her ass,
cross-examining her until she wept and admitted her crimes. I couldn’t do it.
The truth is, I liked her.
“I had a special assignment given to me this week,”
I said. “Do you know who Jack Corrigan is?”
She shook her head. My tone must have hardened, or
my look, or—somehow I tipped her off that the nature of our little dinner party
was about to change.
“Well, I suppose that doesn’t matter. I have a
feeling that you do know who Cassie Chadwick was.”
She, who blushed so easily, turned pale. She looked
at me with such desperation that, for a full minute, I wasn’t sure if she was
going to cry, run away, or punch me. But she just nodded yes and looked down at
her hands.
“If she hadn’t harmed so many people,” I said, “I
could almost admire her cunning, not to mention her nerve. After running a
number of other scams, she marries a naive doctor from Cleveland, just happens
to convince him that they should visit New York at the same time a man from
home is there—a man who is a high-society gossip in Cleveland. She asks that
man to give her a carriage ride, and has him wait for her outside the home of
Andrew Carnegie, a wealthy, confirmed bachelor. She goes into the house, comes
out thirty minutes later, and—this part really interested me—trips as she’s
getting into the carriage. Drops a promissory note for two million dollars—a
note that appears to be signed by Andrew Carnegie, whom she blushingly claims
is her father.”
She stayed silent.
“Too bad promissory notes aren’t what they used to
be. Planning to borrow millions based on phony documents, and cause a bank or
two to fail?”
“No.”
“I didn’t think so.” I let the silence stretch for
a time, then said, “Who told you about Cassie Chadwick?”
“Aunt Lou, my great aunt. She grew up hearing
stories about her. Aunt Lou claimed to ‘admire her brass’ as she put it. Aunt
Lou doesn’t think women ever get a fair shake in this world.”
“Is Donna Vynes your real name?”
“My married name, yes.” She was tracing patterns on
the tablecloth with one of her perfect fingers, still not making eye contact.
“So you’re really a war widow?”
The finger stopped moving. She looked up at me. “Oh
yes. And my mother is dead. John, my husband, sent home all of his pay—a little
over a hundred and fifty dollars a month at first. It was up to about four
hundred when he was killed. Just about everything he saved for us got spent on
my mother’s medical needs. But John also bought some life insurance through the
service. So I had ten thousand from that.”
“That’s where the seven thousand comes from?”
“Yes.” She sighed. “There was this neighbor of Aunt
Lou’s in Cleveland. Her daughter was about my age. Despite all my other faults,
I’m not like Eldon, so I won’t name her, if you don’t mind. Anyway, at the end
of last semester, she dropped out of school here. Looking back on it now, I
think she was just really homesick.
“But what she told me was . . . well, once we got
to know each other, she said the reason she left was because Eldon Naff slept
with her and then told the world about it. She said she had been working as an
assistant for Mr. Langworthy, or rather to someone on his staff. She said it
was Mr. Langworthy who fired her, mostly based on Eldon’s gossip. I don’t know
if that’s true, but I learned a lot about Mr. Langworthy from her. Including
the fact that in early September, he was going on a Mediterranean cruise.
“And I couldn’t help thinking about Mr. Carnegie
and Mrs. Chadwick. Especially because I never knew my dad. My mother always
said my father died while she was pregnant with me, but I think she was lying.
Aunt Lou all but confirmed that my parents weren’t married. So I am
illegitimate, just not the child of a rich man.”
After a long silence, she said, “God, I don’t know
how you did it, but I’m glad you figured it out. It’s a relief.”
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