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

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Jana switched on the bedside lamp and answered the phone. She recognised the tone of
voice instantly; desk sergeants on night duty sound the same anywhere, especially at four
o’clock in the morning.
‘Inspector Gonski?’
‘Yes.’
‘You know Jack Rogan, the journalist – right?’
‘Yes.’ An eternity seemed to pass before the voice continued.
‘There’s been a burglary ...’
‘Jack?’ was all she could say. Her mouth went dry.
‘He’s been injured.’
‘How bad ...?’
‘He’s on his way to hospital.’
‘But I only left him a few hours ago.’ Jana’s voice sounded shrill.
‘I’m sorry.’
Jack was in the operating theatre. The night nurse was tight-lipped and uncooperative.
Even Jana’s police ID was no help. She found waiting difficult at the best of times, but
sitting in casualty early in the morning, next to bleeding drunks and incoherent druggies
was almost unbearable. But worst of all was the uncertainty.
To calm herself, Jana began to read the fax she’d received from her research assistant
the night before. It contained background information on Newman and his family.
Dr Erich Neumueller, (he changed his name by deed poll to Eric Newman in 1947),
arrived in South Australia in December 1946 by boat from Genoa. There is a letter of
introduction from a certain Monsignor Brandauer addressed to Bishop Honegger in
Adelaide. His immigration to Australia was apparently arranged and sponsored by the
Vatican. However, when I requisitioned his immigration papers to find out more about
this, I came across something odd – classified information. I was denied access. I will try