Previously… a loud knock at the door interrupts Roxy and Jasper’s conversation. Readers voted that it was Calvin, who followed Roxy after she left his office.
The door opened slowly and the clunky, carved wooden leg of Calvin White appeared, followed by the rest of his body. He slammed the door shut behind him and both Roxy and Jasper jumped. Smoothing his hair back, Jasper addressed the newcomer.
“Calvin,” He said, a little too warmly. “Welcome to my shop, I don’t believe you’ve seen it yet! Roxy here was just coming in for a reading. Would you like to schedule an appointment?”
Calvin raised his eyebrows at Roxy.
“So,” he said cooly. “You’re answering to him. I knew the organization would send someone eventually to look into Anne and Horace’s deaths – I’m surprised it took this long – and of course, the whereabouts of those little rocks.” He smirked and turned to Jasper. “I wondered the second I met you if it was you. Fortune-teller, what a ridiculous cover.”
Roxy noticed Jasper’s fingers curl and tighten into his palm, but he said nothing in response, merely gazed at Calvin disdainfully.
“Roxy tells me you are innocent,” he said finally. “Of the murders that is. I imagine there are a great many other things of which you are guilty.”
“She’s right,” answered Calvin, ignoring the second half of Jasper’s comment. “I was investigating Anne and Horace, but I didn’t kill them, and I don’t know who did.”
“And in your…investigation,” Jasper said quietly, “did you come across any information as to the whereabouts of the jewels?”
Calvin smirked again. “Well if I had, what are the chances I would share it with you? For that matter, what are the chances that I would still be here in this God-forsaken town running a restaurant? Those jewels are worth enough money to set me up for life.”
“Precisely what I said.” Jasper turned to Roxy, who was nervously pulling at her silver and maroon headscarf. “I think our friend Roxy is not being entirely truthful with us.” His glittering black eyes locked with hers. “Where are the jewels, Roxy?”
Roxy let go of her scarf and looked between the two men, both of whom were staring at her hungrily. Her mind flashed back to her second day at Juliette’s, as the girls were setting up a room for Roxy. As they moved several boxes of documents, Juliette had started talking about everything she’d had to do after her parents’ death.
“All their papers,” she’d said with a sigh. “It took me months to sift through them. Legal documents, financial…I don’t know what I would have done without Ms. Johansson.”
“Who?” Roxy had asked casually.
“Ms. Johansson, my parent’s lawyer. They told me to contact her if anything happened to them, that she would handle all the logistics. She was wonderful – took care of everything.”
“Are you still in touch with her?”
Juliette blew some dust off a shelf.
“Kind of. We haven’t really spoken since the will stuff was finalized, but I have her number if I need to reach her. And I never see her around town. I don’t even know if she lives here anymore.”
Roxy had nodded and changed the subject, but her mind whirred. Ms. Johansson. She must know something about the jewels.
“I really don’t know, Jasper,” she finally said with impatience. “But I will keep looking for them, and please believe me when I say that I’ll tell you as soon as I know anything.” Vote below on what will happen next or if reading by email click view poll.