Sometimes you’ll have a character who is so good, you want
to keep them around for brief appearances in other stories. Readers might recognize the character from
the original story. Or it might lead
readers to go back and discover those characters again.
You see this on television shows a lot. A successful series like NCIS has spawned two
other shows, the LA version and the New Orleans one. Occasionally characters from the original
make an appearance in one of the other shows. There’s instant recognition for
the audience.
I used a cameo with “Vanishing Act”. It was the perfect opportunity to introduce
Jefferson Chene, another sergeant with the Michigan State Police who leads a
major crime unit of detectives. Chene
became a key player in the story.
At the
same time, I was working on “Why 319?” so I knew the character well. Currently I’m writing the sequel to that
novel and decided it was a perfect opportunity for Jamie to return the favor
and make a guest appearance. We’ll have
to see how that works out.
Here’s an excerpt from “Vanishing Act” with Chene’s
entrance. In this scene Jamie has
stopped by the State Police post to talk with Malone.
Malone was leaning against a desk, quietly
talking with two other people. I hesitated in the background until I caught his
eye. He smiled and waved me over and introduced me.
“Jamie, this is Sergeant Jefferson Chene and
Detective Megan McDonald. They work with the multi-jurisdictional investigative
squad.”
Chene gave me a thin smile and shook my
hand. “We prefer Squad Six. It’s a lot less glorified, but it gets the job
done.” His voice was low and deep.
“I’ve heard about you,” Megan McDonald said.
“You’re the one who cracked the Kleinschmidt shooting. That was good work.”
I smiled at the compliment. “According to
Malone, it was just a stubborn redhead with an active imagination. Hope I’m not
interrupting anything.”
Chene easily shook his head. “No, we were
just on our way across town from Ann Arbor. Thought I’d stop by and pick up the
fifty bucks Malone owes me from the Patriots and Broncos game.”
“I told him not to bet against New England,
but he wouldn’t listen,” I said.
Malone shrugged. “Hey, I’m a Denver fan.
What can I say?”
While the cops bantered, I took a moment to
study them. Chene was a light skinned black man, close to six feet in height,
with a solid build. His black hair was clipped short. He was clean-shaven, with
piercing, dark eyes. He had a short, jagged scar on his left cheek. McDonald was
almost looked too pretty to be a cop. She had shoulder length blonde hair and
hazel eyes. She was about my height. Her frame was muscular, but she still
looked feminine. I had no doubt she could hold her own with the male officers.
“So what does a multi-jurisdictional
investigative squad do?” I asked.
Megan gave me a wink. “We catch the bad
guys. We can’t leave all the work to the civilians.”
“Most of our cases span different
communities,” Chene said. “Sometimes they are in the same county, other times,
it can involve several counties.”
“Do you collaborate with the different
communities in your investigations?” I asked.
“Well, in some cases we do,” Megan said,
“but usually they turn to us to take over the case. Sometimes it’s a matter of
manpower or experience. Our boss kind of likes it when we’re left to work on
our own.”
“Without the help of any nosy civilians,” I
said.
“That goes without saying,” Chene said with
another thin smile.
I
looked at him closely. He reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t make the
connection. “Your name is Jefferson Chene. Isn’t that an intersection in
Detroit?”
Chene nodded once. “Yes, that’s right.”
I waited for him to elaborate, but there was
nothing else coming.
Malone paid his debt. Chene made a show of
holding the bill up to the light, as if to make certain it wasn’t counterfeit.
Then he and McDonald headed out. When we were alone, Malone pulled me close for
a hug. After a while we separated and I boosted myself up on the desk, letting
my legs dangle.
Here's a shot of actress Hilarie Burton, who could easily play Jamie.
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