Jerry's POV
I'd experienced my share of eccentric cases during my twenty years as a private investigator, but Jane Harrison's call put a shivery frisson down my spine…a chill that lingered. It was morning when my cell phone awakened me from the cramped, cluttered office I'd taken over in a renovated shop on the less populated side of town. The line was engaged, but desperation in the voice at the other end of the line caused me to answer in a hurry.
"Is this Jerry Marks?" the voice snapped, tight but with a touch of desperation.
"This is Jerry. Who is this?" I replied, sprawling in my old leather armchair, already planning my next move.
"This is Jane Harrison. I need your help. I have something… a letter." My mother's, and it is more than some mawkish keepsake…there are clues. Suggesti
