The Vanishing

“Usually.”

Colette raised one eyebrow, clearly waiting for an explanation, but he didn’t feel like giving one. He may have to let her along for the ride, but that didn’t mean he had to consult with her on his actions or explain the way he worked. She was paying for an expert to handle the situation, and that’s what she’d get. Teaching wasn’t part of the job description.

She was smart enough not to press the issue, but she still followed right behind him as he parked in front of the bank and went inside. A young woman in a glass office at the front of the lobby jumped up from her chair and beamed as he walked in the door.

“Max,” she said and rushed to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Brandy,” he said, both embarrassed and flattered by the attention.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Max glanced around the lobby and was happy to see all the other employees and customers were out of hearing range. “I need your help,” he said and explained the situation to her.

Brandy’s eyes widened and her mouth formed a small O. When he finished, she nodded and gestured toward the office she’d come out of earlier. Colette and Max stepped inside and took seats across the desk from Brandy, who sat down and immediately started typing.

“There’s been no other activity on the account since the withdrawal last Friday, but there’s only thirty dollars left in the account.”

“What about the month before that?” Max asked. “Is there anything unusual that you can see?”

Brandy scanned the screen, shaking her head. “It all looks like normal stuff—a check for rent, automatic draft for utilities and Netflix, and a couple of small cash withdrawals—never more than twenty dollars at a time.”

“Can you tell where she made the withdrawal on Friday?”

Brandy nodded. “Let me look up the branch number associated with the transaction.” She typed in some numbers and then said, “It’s located on Highway 90 close to Old Spanish Trail, northeast of New Orleans.”

Colette sucked in a breath. “That’s on the way to the village where Anna’s from. But she said she had no family left there.”

“Maybe she lied.”

Colette frowned, and Max knew she wasn’t happy with the thought that the girl she’d invested so much in had been lying to her all along. “Maybe so,” she said finally.

“Can I get a printout of the transactions and the address of that branch?” Max asked.

“Of course,” Brandy said.

Max felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out to check the display. “It’s Holt,” he said. “Excuse me for a moment.”

He left the office and stepped outside onto the sidewalk in front of the bank. “What’s up?” he asked.

“Alex got a call this morning from the morgue at West Side Hospital outside of New Orleans. They have a body that matches Anna’s description.”

Max’s heart sank.

He’d known there was a possibility that Anna had met with foul play, but he’d really been hoping for a happy ending for Anna and Colette.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the worst-case scenario was visiting the investigation before he really got started.

COLETTE WATCHED AS BRANDY stapled the printouts together. The girl was certainly attractive and apparently knew Max well enough to risk being fired for what she was doing, but Colette couldn’t help but think she was a little too young for him. She couldn’t be over twenty at the most.

Whatever the status of Max’s relationship with Brandy, it was none of her business, but that didn’t prevent her from wanting to know. “You’re not really supposed to give out that information, are you?” Colette asked, figuring she couldn’t be faulted for the mostly innocent question, even if Max found out she’d asked.

“No, but you want it for a good reason. Besides, I owe Max.”

Colette wasn’t sure she really wanted to know the answer, but she couldn’t help asking. “Owe him for what?”

“I wasn’t the most respectable teen,” Brandy said, looking a bit sheepish. “Max busted me with the wrong crowd three years ago in Baton Rouge but agreed to let me go if I would go back to school and ditch my troublemaking friends. He lied to his captain and told him I got away while they were rounding up the others. If anyone had found out, he probably would have been fired.”

“Wow. That was really nice of him.” And totally not the answer Colette had expected. So far, she’d seen only the hard-nosed-cop side of him.

Brandy smiled. “You know how he is.”

“No … actually, I just met him this morning.”

“Oh. I’m sorry. It’s just that you two looked nice together. I guess I figured you were together.”

“No, we—”

Before she could explain, Max stepped back into the off ice.

“We have to leave,” he said.

Brandy handed him the printouts. “Let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”

“I will. Thanks.”

“I hope you find her soon.”

Max nodded and left the office, but not before Colette saw something dark pass over his expression.

“It was nice meeting you,” Colette said to Brandy and hurried out of the office behind Max.

“What’s wrong?” Colette asked as soon as he pulled the car away from the bank.

His jaw flexed and a wave of fear washed over her. Whatever he was about to say, Colette knew it wasn’t going to be something she wanted to hear.

“Alex got a call from the morgue at West Side Hospital.”

Colette felt the blood rush from her face. “Oh, no!”

“I need to take you over there. You’re the only one …”

“Yes, of course.” She stared out the windshield as he made the twenty-minute drive to the hospital, unable to believe it may all be over. That Anna could be inside the morgue on a cold slab of metal.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d known that if things went horribly wrong, she’d have to be the one to identify her friend, but she was completely unprepared for it to happen in a matter of minutes.

She felt as if she was almost out of her body as she walked into the morgue, Max close behind. Feeling numb, she waited while Max spoke with the clerk, who gave her a sad glance, then buzzed them through a secure door. A medical technician met them on the other side. He spoke to them, but Colette didn’t hear his words or Max’s reply.

Anna’s gone. Anna’s gone. The cry repeated in her head.

Finally, they stopped in front of a window with closed blinds, and the tech looked at Colette. “Let me know when you’re ready.”

A chill washed over her and she crossed her arms over her chest. She felt Max’s arm encircle her shoulders. The warmth should have been comforting, but she was too numb to feel it. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then nodded to the tech.

Every muscle in her body tightened as the tech opened the blinds. She took one look at the girl on the table and almost collapsed.

Chapter Three

“That’s not her,” Colette gasped. “Oh, thank God.”

Everything hit her at once, and she began to cry. Max pulled her close to him and stroked her back. She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder and struggled to get herself together.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as she broke free of the hug and took a step away from him, embarrassed that she’d fallen apart.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“I’m so relieved, and at the same time, it feels wrong to be relieved, because there’s another family that won’t be.”

Max nodded. “Every time I had to bring bad news to a family, there was a tiny voice in the back of my mind giving thanks that it wasn’t my own. That’s not wrong. That’s human.”

“Thank you. I thought I’d prepared myself that things may end this way, but I guess I was fooling myself.”

“There is no preparation for someone close to you dying. If they’re younger than life expectancy and it’s not from natural causes, then that makes it a hundred times harder.”

Colette studied him for a minute, struggling to hide her surprise. The empathy and understanding he shared with her was the last thing she’d expected from the hard-nosed, closed-off cop who had entered her apartment that morning. But then, Brandy’s story about Max had already alerted her to the fact that Max ran a lot deeper than what showed on the surface.

Unfortunately for her, every layer she uncovered made him even more attractive than before, and falling for emotionally unavailable men was her Achilles’ heel. She needed to shut down her overly active imagination and focus on finding Anna. She couldn’t afford to be personally invested in the situation any more than she already was.

“So what’s next?”

“A visit to the bank where Anna made the withdrawal. I’m hoping I can charm them into letting us review the tape of the ATM, maybe see if she was with anyone when she withdrew the money.”

“You don’t have a Brandy tucked away at every branch?”

He grinned. “Unfortunately, no. I’ll have to wing this one.”

“Then we better get going.”

She started to move toward the exit, but he placed one hand on her shoulder. “Hey,” he said, “are you sure you want to continue this? Working with me, I mean? This isn’t really what you’re trained to do, and as much as I’m hoping for a good outcome, things could get more unpleasant.”

“I know, but I have to see it through. I’d understand if you don’t want me along, though, especially after this. If that’s the case, then just say the word and I’ll get out of your way.”

He studied her for a minute, and she knew he was weighing the pros of having the only person who knew Anna on a personal level against being saddled with a rank amateur. Using every advantage available must have finally won out because he shook his head.

“If you’re willing, I can probably use your help,” he said grudgingly. “If she’s on the run from something, she may run even faster with only me pursuing her. With you there, she’ll believe I’m an ally.”

“Good,” she said, despite his lack of enthusiasm.

“But if things get too intense, I reserve the right to sideline you.”

“Okay.” And I reserve the right to ignore you if you do.

He gave her a nod and walked out of the building. She watched him for a minute, unable to stop herself from admiring the way his muscular back rippled beneath his T-shirt. He was one hundred percent alpha male—strong, direct and physically capable of handling his adversaries.

And Colette couldn’t help but think that the biggest risk for intensity was in her attraction to Max.

THE BRANCH MANAGER AT the location where Anna made the withdrawal turned out to be a man, so Max couldn’t try the charm route to get an inroad. But Max figured with his stiffly starched shirt, perfect hair and neat-as-a-pin office, the man would probably bend the rules to avoid anything remotely messy or unattractive for him or the bank.

As soon as he explained that the woman was missing and a crime may have been committed, the manager was more than willing to pull the tapes for them. They waited impatiently as the manager sifted through a box of tapes and finally pulled the right one out and placed it in the ancient VCR.

“We really should upgrade to digital,” the manager said, clearly nervous about the entire situation. “I keep asking, but corporate claims there’s no funding. I hope this thing was working properly that day. It has its moments.”

Max frowned. A “moment” from a VCR was the last thing he needed when he already had almost nothing to go on.

“Thank goodness,” the manager said when the tape fired up a fuzzy display of the ATM on the outside of the bank. “What was the time of the withdrawal?”

“Three thirty-two p.m.”

The manager forwarded the tape to just before three-thirty, and they all leaned in to watch. An older gentleman was using the ATM, but in the background, at the edge of the parking lot, stood a young woman.

“That’s Anna!” Colette said.

The gentleman finished his transaction and left the ATM. Anna glanced around then hurried across the parking lot to the ATM. She fumbled with her wallet, dropping it, but finally retrieved her card and withdrew the money. Her expression told Max everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t a woman out for a weekend fling. This woman was terrified.

They watched as she withdrew the cash and shoved it into her wallet. She looked nervously up and down the parking lot before hurrying back across to her car and driving away. Max leaned in toward the monitor to get a closer look at her car. A second later, she was gone.

“I didn’t see anyone coercing her,” the manager said, although his voice lacked conviction, probably based on Anna’s clearly nervous disposition.

“Don’t worry,” Max assured the man. “There’s nothing here that the bank can be faulted for. Do you mind if I take this tape?”

“No, of course not,” the manager said, his relief apparent. “Don’t worry about returning it. I need to change out the old tapes, anyway.”

“I really appreciate the help,” Max said and took the tape and motioned to Colette to leave.

After identifying Anna on the tape, Colette hadn’t said another word, but Max didn’t think for a minute that she hadn’t formed an opinion. As soon as the climbed into his Jeep, she let it out.

“She looked scared,” Colette said.

“Yes, but we have no reason to assume she’s scared because she’s in danger. Maybe there’s a sick friend or family member she never told you about.”

“She would tell me about a sick friend. I’m a nurse, for goodness’ sake. That’s enough of a reason for me to assume she’s in danger. If the problem was benign or anyone else’s to bear, why wouldn’t she tell me?”

He blew out a breath. As much as he hated it, the fact that Anna hadn’t contacted the only person she’d become close to didn’t add up, unless Anna herself was the one in trouble.

“You said she didn’t have family,” he said.

“She said she didn’t have family.” Colette shook her head. “Look, clearly I don’t know Anna as well as I thought I did. Maybe I don’t know her at all, but the woman on that tape didn’t know anyone was watching her, so she had no reason to fake being scared.”

“I agree, but we need a starting point. Her past is the most likely choice.”

“Okay.”

“You said her hometown was on this highway, right?”

“Not exactly. I said it was on the way to her hometown.”

Something in her tone let him know he was in for more answers he didn’t want. He looked over at her. “Where is Anna from?”

“Cache.”

He stared at her. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I wish I were.”

“The entire village is the Louisiana swamp version of a unicorn. The name itself means ‘hidden.’ Even if it really exists, which I’m not certain of, how in the world are we supposed to find it? Every teenager I know, including me, tried to find Cache. No one ever came close.”

“It’s there … somewhere in the swamp. It has to be.”

Max shook his head. “Even if it is, there are other things to consider. You grew up in New Orleans, right? You know the stories.”

“What—that the entire village materializes at the will of the village people and can disappear just the same? That no one’s ever seen it and lived to tell about it? That if an outsider sets foot in the village, a curse will descend on ten generations of their family?”

She blew out a breath. “It’s all just stories made up by parents to keep their kids from wandering in the swamp. Maybe even made up by the villagers to keep people from looking for the village. A bunch of old Creole lore can’t possibly concern you.”

“It’s more than a bunch of lore. Mystere Parish is different.”

“Different how? The Louisiana mystique extends beyond that one parish.”

“Things happen here,” he said. “Things that aren’t possible. When we went into the swamp as boys, sometimes I’d feel a presence, something watching our every move.”

“Well, of course, there are animals out in the swamp and probably hunters—”

“It wasn’t anything like that. Look, I don’t know how to explain it to you without sounding crazy. I just know that you can’t take things in Mystere Parish at surface value.”

Colette bit her lower lip. “You think they’re practicing voodoo in Cache?”

“Maybe, if the village even exists. But regardless of whether or not they’re practicing the old ways, they will not take kindly to intruders. Finding the village could be enough to put us at risk to the same thing that happened to Anna.”

Just going into the swamp will expose us to whatever’s out there watching. He thought it, but didn’t say it.

“Are you telling me you won’t try?” she asked.

“No, I’m telling you why we shouldn’t try. But if you still want to move forward, then I will.”

“Of course I want to continue,” she said, but Max could see the uncertainty in her expression. “You saw her on the tape. She needs our help.”

He pulled out of the bank parking lot and merged onto the highway, directing his Jeep down the lonely stretch of road. “Pirate’s Cove is the closest town to where Cache is supposed to be. We’ll see if we can get some help locating the village there, and we need access to a boat.”

“I do know one thing about Cache,” Colette said, her voice wavering. “Until Anna Huval, no one’s ever left the village and talked about it. And they made her promise never to return.”

ANNA STUMBLED THROUGH the wall of decaying moss, the thick brush scratching her bare arms as she ran. Her leg muscles burned from the exertion of an hour-long race through the swamp, and her head throbbed above her right eye, where the creature had struck her. She paused for a couple of seconds and looked up, trying to ascertain that she was still running in the direction of the highway, but the thick canopy of cypress trees and moss choked out any view of the moonlight.

If she could get to the highway, she might be able to get help. The only town anywhere near was Pirate’s Cove, where she’d left her car, but she had no idea which direction it was anymore. Besides, the residents of Pirate’s Cove had to know about the curse. Someone was shielding the creature … either by helping it remain hidden all these years or by calling it up from the darkness if it hadn’t been there before. Either way, it was likely that person was in Pirate’s Cove.

The highway was her safest bet. There wasn’t much traffic, but truck drivers often used that stretch of road because it was wide open and not cluttered with regular traffic.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed forward again, knowing that the creature was behind her somewhere … tracking her as it would an animal. And if it found her, it would kill her like one.

As soon as she told him her secret.

Chapter Four

It was almost one o’clock when Max pulled into Pirate’s Cove. The town consisted of six buildings, scattered on both sides of the highway. The swamp stretched behind the buildings and went on for thousands of acres. Max pulled up to a café and parked.

“I figure we can get a bite to eat and use the time to feel out the locals. See if we can get some information on the location of Cache.”

Colette nodded. Her stomach had started rumbling after leaving the bank. With all the stress of the morning, she was a bit surprised that food even entered into her thoughts, but apparently, biology prevailed.

They exited the car and walked to the café entrance.

Max paused outside the front door and said, “Don’t tell anyone about Anna.”

“Then what do we say?”

“I’ll think of something. Let me get a read on the people first, and then follow my lead.”

She nodded and followed him inside, reminding herself of Alex’s confidence in Max’s abilities. No matter how much she wished the investigation could progress faster, she had to take a step back and let Max do the work she’d hired him to do. He’d struck just the right note with the bank manager in getting access to the video footage. Hopefully, he could find a way to do it again with the citizens of Pirate’s Cove.

The lunch rush was either over or there wasn’t much of one to begin with. Two men with sparse gray hair were the only patrons in the café, along with one cook and a waitress. All four stared as they took seats at the counter.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the waitress asked.

“Iced tea,” Colette said.

“Same for me,” Max chimed in.

The waitress filled the glasses and placed them on the counter. “You want something to eat?”

“I’ll take the special,” Max said.

Colette looked up at the board and saw the special was a BLT with chips. “I’ll take the special, too.”

The cook pulled some bacon from a fryer and began preparing the two sandwiches. “You folks passing through?”

“No,” Max said. “Actually, we’re looking for Cache.”

The waitress dropped a plastic bottle of ketchup on the floor and some of it squirted out onto her shoe. The cook glared at her, and she snatched the bottle up and hurried through a door to the back of the café. The two old men leaned toward each other and started whispering.

The cook slid the plates in front of them and wiped his hands on a dish towel. “You a little old to be chasing after fairy tales, ain’t you?”

“I don’t think it is a fairy tale,” Max said.

The cook laughed. “You and about a hundred new high-school seniors every year. All tromping through town and into the swamp, looking for something that ain’t there. But hell, I can’t complain. Brings me business.”

“We’re looking for a young woman, a friend of my fiancée’s,” Max said.

Colette struggled to keep her expression neutral at Max’s comment, but a moment later, she understood his tactic. He didn’t want to reveal himself as a detective. That might make them close up even more. If she and Max had a personal relationship, it gave him a good reason to be involved.

“She told my fiancée she had an emergency back home, but when she didn’t return, we started to worry. We know she’s from Cache, so we figure that’s where the emergency was. We want to help her if she’s in some kind of trouble. If you know anything about the town, I’d really appreciate the help.”

“Can’t tell you what I don’t know. Far as I know, there ain’t no Cache and never has been.”

The cook dropped his gaze to the sink behind the counter, then picked up a glass and started washing it. Colette was certain he was lying.

“Are you from this area?” Max asked.

“Yep. Name’s Tom. I’ve owned this café for over thirty years.”

“You mean to tell me that no one lives in the swamp outside of this town?” Max asked. “I find that hard to believe.”

Tom rinsed the glass and started drying it with a dish towel. “Plenty of people live in the swamp,” he said. “But that don’t mean they all living in some legendary community, and certainly not one running everything with black arts, like all the rumors say. If something like that was going on around here, don’t you think we’d have heard about it by now?”

“I guess so. So where did my fiancée’s friend come from, you think?”

Tom shrugged. “I got no idea. I guess when you find her, you can ask?”

“If we find her. Even if she’s from this area, a young woman has no business roaming the swamp alone.”

“That is a fact.” Tom cocked his head to one side and studied them for a moment. Then he narrowed his gaze on Colette. “How come you know the girl if she’s from the swamp?”

“She works for me at a hospital in New Orleans,” Colette said. “She’s studying for her nursing degree. I’ve been helping her, so we’ve become close.”

“And she said she was from Cache?”

“Yes.”

“You must not be from around here if you didn’t think that was odd.”

“I grew up in New Orleans, and I’ve heard all the stories about Cache. I don’t believe half of them, but that doesn’t mean the village doesn’t exist.”

“You hadn’t heard all the stories about Cache, because even if you believed only half of ‘em, you wouldn’t want to be finding it.”