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

‘What makes you say that?’ Jack was watching her carefully from behind his dark
sunglasses.
‘Well, you have quite a reputation for investigative journalism of a rather different
kind.’
‘And what kind might that be?’
‘You know exactly what I mean. Religion, the Church, faith, history, and always with
your particular twist. You like to provoke, isn’t that so? You’re the challenger, right?’
Jack did not reply. Instead, he topped up their glasses.
‘A Day In The Life Of The Pope – The Da Vinci Code Phenomenon – The Mary
Magdalene Conspiracy,’ Jana rattled off the titles of some of his recent articles.
‘Not bad. More inside information from the short-skirt-loving editor of mine trying to
keep you by his side a little bit longer, I bet,’ quipped Jack.
‘No, just a little research on an old rascal I used to know. Seriously, Jack, why this
story – to be read on a Sunday morning with a latte and croissants, and then to be
forgotten? You aren’t usually that flippant with your work, are you?’
‘Even journalists have to eat. Most purists are starving.’
‘Is it really that simple? Something tells me there has to be more ...’
Jack looked at her. He’d only told Jana enough about his own investigation to keep her
involved. He hadn’t told her about one of life’s unexpected little coincidences. He hadn’t
told her about what else he had found in the ashes of the cottage ...
‘It’s a good story, that’s all,’ Jack repeated casually, reaching for the bottle.
Jana wasn’t convinced. ‘Really? I wonder ...’ she mused, shaking her head. Despite the
warmth of the sun, she suddenly felt quite cold.
Back in his attic study, Jack called one of his mates at the BBC in London. His friend had
contacts in the Vatican Radio and had helped before. As he waited for his mate to come
to the phone, Jack wrote three names on his notepad – Berenger Diderot, Marie Colbert
and Francine Bijoux.