Page 47 of Dead Man's Hollow
She fluffs her hair. “That goes without saying.”
When she’s finished laughing, Jordana waves a hand at the data on her screen. “Our superfans are back at it.”
“The Canadian?”
“Yep. I looked it up—the English speakers call themselves Quebeckers. The French speakers are Quebecois. So, Quebecker or Quebecois, whichever they are, they’re playing episode two on a loop.”
“And the Swisshelm Park listener?”
“Them too. I checked on that, too. Even though Kristy lives nearby, she’s in a different zip code. So, it’s not her.”
“It might not be Amy,” Maisy tries to reassure her.
“I know. But it’s weird.”
“It is,” she agrees before changing the subject. “Any update on Michelle and Lynn? Amy said she’s reached out to both of them, but they haven’t returned her calls.”
Jordana pulls a face. “They’re still ignoring her, but Ava’s doing an improvisational comedy workshop this weekend and Lynn’s daughter is on the list of participants. So if she hasn’t heard back from one of them by then, she’ll corner Lynn at dropoff or pickup.”
“Tenacious. I like it. Anything else to report?”
“The Pittsburgh police sent over the file on Andre Newport. It’s paper thin and tells us nothing new.”
“Nothing?”
Jordana bobs her head from side to side. “Well, there is one thing. Remember that tip Mrs. Marshall mentioned?”
“That Andre was at the gang peace summit and had an altercation with another attendee?”
“Right. It didn’t come in to the community liaison number or the emergency dispatch.”
Maisy perks up. “So where did it come from?”
“It was a direct call to the investigating officer's desk. She was out of the station and the officer who picked up the phone and took down the information wrote that it was reliable because the call came from an LEO.”
“Another cop?”
“Looks like. But don’t get too excited. The note doesn’t include a phone number, the caller’s name, or even the jurisdiction.”
“Great. And let me guess, the officer who took the message is no longer with us.”
“That is one of the dangers of picking a thirty-year-old cold case. A lot of the witnesses have passed away. And yes, that includes the officer who took the tip.”
“So it’s a dead end.” Maisy exhales heavily.
“Afraid so. Andre does have an aunt who lives in town. I haven’t reached out to her yet. I’m not sure if we should.”
“Not yet. We need something more concrete if we’re going to ask her to reopen an old wound to help us.”
Jordana’s face relaxes. She’s relieved. “Okay.”
They map out their teasers and advertising for the coming week, and Jordana shares her draft social media posts for Maisy’s approval. This process is a formality because Maisy always approves them all. Jordana has a better understanding of what will resonate on the various platforms than she ever will, and the less appealing Maisy finds a post or graphic, the more likely it is to go viral.
They’re halfway through a mind-numbing discussion about whether to invest in an upgraded recording and editing suite of programs when Maisy snaps her fingers. “Jenna.”
Jordana gives her a look. “What?”
“Jenna Novak.”
