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“I thought you handled her FBI friend while you were here…” Chester says. “Or did you make a last-minute change?”
“I’m about to handle her now.” He’s still looking at me. “Where are the trackers, Autumn?”
“Back at my parents’ house,” I say. “They’re still unopened on the kitchen counter.”
“Send someone to get those,” he says to Chester—making him immediately disappear.
Then he moves closer to me, tilting my chin up with his fingertips.
“I need you to help me with one last job, Miss Jane,” he says. “But this one will be very beneficial to you as well.”
“I’ll have to consider it.” I feign defiance. “How much will I be paid?”
“It’ll be a very rewarding package,” he says. “Are you up to it?”
“Absolutely.”
End of Episode 10.1
Preying Softly
EPISODE 11
Grace Poole
Watching Edward Rochester is like watching a shadow dance in the night. I catch glimpses of him occasionally—whenever he lingers too close to dawn, but his moves are always fast and sharp as I close in.
It’s been nearly impossible for years, so his case has stalled in a frustrating limbo at the agency.
Since the fire at his mansion during a lavish party—no doubt set on purpose—I’ve been collecting bits and pieces, trying to see where they fit.
I have bits and pieces of the Rochester empire—this decades-old underground game that operates in the grey with syndicates that stretch like spider webs up and down the coast.
Every person is terrified to speak against him. More willing to spend decades in a cramped cell than utter a single syllable in his name.
He’s never made a single misstep… until Autumn Jane.
Until now…
Armed with everything I need, I pull into the parking lot at Puget Sound Physical Rehabilitation Center.
I flash my badge at the desk and head straight to room 425, where Nate Taylor is sitting on a bright blue rubber ball.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Taylor,” I say. “Feel like talking today?”
“If I say ‘no’ will you leave me alone, or just keep firing off questions like the last time?”
“It’s best if you just say ‘yes,’ so I can get this over with.”
“Yes…” He groans, lifting his foot. “What do you need from me?”
“Do you know this man?” I show him a picture of Edward Rochester and his face immediately pales.
“No.”
“Lying to a federal agent is a crime, Mr. Taylor.”
“I don’t know him,” he says. “I’ve only seen him.”
