The Empress Holds The Key Jack Rogan Mysteries Book 2 Gabriel Farago

Taking chances – often big ones – was part of Jack’s makeup. If it wasn’t risky, it
wasn’t fun. If it wasn’t fun, he lost interest. Jack was used to being in trouble.
Jana put her hand on his arm and smiled at him. ‘It’s okay. I think your instincts are
right, by the way, this time.’
‘And what makes you so sure?’ Jack asked.
‘Instinct,’ she replied, and they both burst out laughing.
‘Okay, we both agree instinct is important,’ Jana continued, ‘but we do need more. So
what have you found out so far?’
‘Why should I tell you?’ asked Jack. ‘If I remember correctly, last time I took you into
my confidence, I almost got my balls cut off.’
‘Oh yeah? I’d have thought a few little bruises to that tiny little ego of yours was
preferable to a couple of years in the clink. Get over it, Jack!’
‘Shit, here we go again ...’ said Jack, shaking his head.
‘You don’t have to, but I think you will,’ said Jana, changing tack.
‘Am I that predictable?’
Jana shrugged. ‘No. I think you will because of what I’m about to propose.’
‘You certainly don’t waste time do you?’ countered Jack.
‘I suggest we share information,’ said Jana. ‘If I come up with something worthwhile,
you get more material for your article.’
‘And you, what’s in it for you?’ asked Jack.
‘I move a little closer to ... let’s call it, my subject, so we both get what we want,’ said
Jana.
‘What exactly are you investigating? The fiery death of a young volunteer? Come
on ...’ said Jack.
‘That’s a matter for the coroner.’
‘My point exactly. What then?’ asked Jack.
‘My brief is wider than that,’ said Jana.
‘What are these Special Projects you’re in charge of anyway?’
‘I investigate ... sensitive matters ... usually involving politicians, judges, high-profile
individuals, even police officers ...’
‘Or possible war criminals?’