Chapter Fifteen
Raissa closed the folder she’d been studying and tossed it onto her hotel-room bed. Maryse looked up from a set of paperwork. “Frustrated?”
“To say the least. Six hours of combing these files, and nothing. There has to be something those girls have in common besides looks. Why would anyone go to such lengths to abduct them and return them for no good reason?”
Maryse nodded. “There’s a reason. We’re just not seeing it. I keep waiting to hear about a ransom note, given the last girl was the mayor’s granddaughter, but if there’s been one, it’s being kept really secret.”
“Zach would have told me if there had been a ransom request. It would change everything.”
Maryse cocked her head to the side and studied Raissa for a couple of seconds. “So, you want to talk about your relationship with Just One, or do I have to leave it all to my very vivid and creative imagination?”
“It’s not a relationship, so there’s really nothing to talk about.”
Maryse raised her eyebrows. “Looked relationshippy to me when I walked in on you two naked. I couldn’t help but notice the cleared area on one of the folding tables and that the bed wasn’t rumpled in the least. That says something.”
“That says hot, wild sex, and that’s all there is to it.”
“You sure?”
Raissa sighed. “How can I not be? Even if this all turns out for the best, and Melissa is safely back with her parents—even if the kidnapper is caught and jailed—that doesn’t remove my biggest threat. As soon as this is over, I’ll have to leave, whether the FBI takes part in it or not. I’m not safe in New Orleans any longer, and if I stay, I put everyone I care about at risk.”
Maryse frowned. “So can you just not testify?”
Raissa shrugged. “They can subpoena me anyway. Then the price of freedom would be lying under oath, and that’s if I manage to make it to court alive, which is questionable, given the FBI’s inability to protect me in the past.”
“That sucks, but it’s only for another six months, right? I mean you could hide out until the statute of limitations has passed, and then you’re in the clear.”
“If Sonny lets it go. Remember, I was his confidante for two years. He chose me. He trusted me. This isn’t just business for him—it’s personal.”
“But wouldn’t your death just bring the heat on him all over again? I mean, if you’ve passed the time limit on what you could testify to, doesn’t it make more sense to just leave you alone?”
“Mob business isn’t always about common sense, although I have to admit that Sonny’s more controlled than most. But six months is still a long time. Long enough for people to realize what they had was a flash in the pan due to a highly emotional situation. Six months after the fact, all that emotion and stress is gone. Things are normal.”
“So what makes you think you and Zach can’t do normal?”
Raissa laughed. “I don’t know the first thing about normal, and I get the impression that Zach is trying to manage it but failing dreadfully. My less-than-conventional ways of handling things would only make things tougher for him, especially given his job. His captain is already watching him closely and if he knew half of the things Zach’s already done for me against orders, he’d be fired in a heartbeat. I’m a huge liability, no matter what.”
“Do you think you’ll ever go back to law enforcement?”
“I will never go back to the FBI, and based on Zach’s description, the police department appears a bit too stringent for my methods, too. But I have to admit that even though this entire situation with the abductions is very serious, I find myself enjoying it on some level.”
Maryse nodded. “It’s like my research. Even though I’ve lost people I love to cancer, I can’t help getting excited when I’m working. The disease is still out there, and it’s still killing people, but I get a personal thrill from things that would appear very minor to anyone else. A guilty pleasure, almost.”
“Exactly. And don’t get me wrong, between my business and the security gigs, I still got to use some of those skills—the hacking, surveillance. It was all part of the game, but it’s not the same as doing it full-time and in the open.”
“Maybe you should go solo, like Beau. Heck, he may even consider a partnership of some sort. You two would be a deadly combination.”
Raissa momentarily considered Sabine’s husband, Beau, and his private-investigation service. It wasn’t the worst idea she’d ever heard, even if she did it alone in another state with another name. Despite what was logical, Raissa still doubted her ability to remain in New Orleans much longer or to ever return. It was simply too dangerous for everyone around her, but the last thing she wanted to do was press Maryse to accept that when they were up to their neck in things. “It’s a thought.”
“Did you ever have anyone to rely on, or who was dependent on you before? I mean, I figured if you did, they’d either have to go into protective custody with you or you’d have to leave them, right?”
Raissa nodded. “Those are the choices, but fortunately for me, my parents were already gone before I went undercover. I was so focused through high school and college, I didn’t give men a second thought.” She stared past Maryse and looked out the hotel-room window. “There was a guy once. We met at the FBI Academy.”
“What happened?”
“He died.”
Maryse’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up anything bad.”
“You didn’t. My relationship with him was all good. He was a great guy—dedicated to his job and an assortment of nieces and nephews. Sturdy, but not in a boring way, you know?”
Maryse nodded.
“He was interesting and funny and I really enjoyed spending time with him. He always made me laugh, even when the academy training was getting the best of me.”
“What happened?”
“He was on a special task force for missing kids.”
Maryse gasped. “The missing girls…that’s how you knew about the cases. He was the agent on them.”
Raissa nodded, her mind flashing back to the night Ben had told her about his case. “We met at an all-night diner, in a part of town that Sonny’s men wouldn’t be likely to enter. Ben had flown in from D.C. for the day—that’s all the time he could afford to take off. The latest kidnapping had happened two days before, and he wanted my advice.”
“And he wanted to see you.”
“Probably. I’d been under over a year and a half by then. We’d only seen each other four times since I’d gone undercover, but I still wanted to jump him right there on that table in the diner.”
Maryse smiled. “You two were good together.”
“I’d like to think so.”
“So did he get killed investigating the kidnappings?”
“No. That’s the worst part of the whole thing. A drunk driver hit his taxi on the way home from the airport. That cheap, greasy dinner in a rundown café was the last time I got to spend with him.”
Maryse placed her hand on Raissa’s arm. “I am so sorry.”
“One of life’s ironies, right? He spent every day of his life putting himself at risk, and everything was cut short by a drunk. What a waste.”
Maryse nodded.
“It just makes you think twice, you know? About how no matter what, you’re never really safe. And then with our job, we were at risk even more than regular people. Makes you think hard about getting involved again.”
“If Sabine could take that risk, then you can, too.”
Raissa sighed. “Fortunately, I don’t have to think about it. I can’t say for certain how Zach feels, but I seriously doubt he’s mentally picking out matching luggage. I’m a temporary distraction during a temporary situation, and soon I’ll be gone. No risk at all.” She picked up another folder and started to read.
“Your parents…were they still alive when you went into the FBI?”
“No. My dad died when I was eight. He was a fighter pilot and died in a training accident testing new aircraft. My mother passed my last year of college. Congestive heart failure. It ran in her family, and after my dad died, she never really took care of herself. She just sorta faded away.”
“That sucks, but at least you have some good memories.” Maryse stared down at the folder in her hands.
“I do,” Raissa said, her heart going out to her friend. Maryse had never known her mother. She’d died when Maryse was too young to remember her. So, despite all the regrets and blame Raissa might fling at her mother, Maryse was right—there were still years of good memories she could draw on.
Maryse looked up at Raissa, her brow scrunched in thought. “What about the parents?”
“I just told you about my parents.”
“No, sorry. Not your parents, the girls’. Maybe it’s the parents who have something in common.”
Raissa thought about all the families. “Well, they all live in different states. Until now, there were no political affiliations.”
“Professions?”
Raissa slowly shook her head. “All your basic blue-collar type work. A mechanic, a fireman, a fisherman…I can’t see how that has anything to do with—”
Maryse waved a hand. “Before. What about before they were firemen and fishermen and all that?”
Raissa picked up a file and scanned the history. “All I’ve got here is a couple of years before the kidnappings. I don’t know that anyone went back further, as kidnappers rarely need that long to plan. Why? What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know. I mean, it’s not likely they met in college, given the professions, but what about the military? Did anyone ever ask them if they knew the other families?”
Raissa stared at Maryse. “I don’t think so. There’s no record of it, anyway.”
Maryse frowned. “I suppose we’d go directly to jail if you hacked the military, right?
Raissa smiled. “Oh, yeah, but don’t worry, I’ve got a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“The Social Security Administration.” Raissa reached for a spare laptop and Mildred’s car keys.
Maryse sighed. “Yeah, much safer.”
“Actually, it is. They have simply horrible security.”
“There’s a pleasant thought.” Maryse placed a hand on Raissa’s arm. “Let’s try it my way first.”
“Your way? Maryse, you’ve been holding out on me?”
Maryse grabbed one of the spare laptops and plopped back on the bed. “Hardly,” she said, and started typing. “Give me the father of the first girl.”
Raissa picked up the file and read the name.
Maryse tapped on the keyboard, hit enter, scrolled a bit, and clicked the mouse. She looked up at Raissa with a triumphant smile and turned the laptop toward her.
Raissa leaned over and stared in amazement. “Facebook? Your big investigative trick is Facebook?”
Maryse nodded and tapped the screen. “Look at the history. He’s listed everyplace he ever worked, including his military service. When his wife got pregnant, they were stationed in North Carolina.” Maryse turned the laptop around and waved a hand at Raissa. “Give me another name.”
Raissa grinned and picked up the file. The young dog had just taught the old dog a new trick. She’d opened the file to read off the name when the computer next to her started beeping.
Maryse looked up in alarm. “What is it?”
“It’s the bug in Sonny’s house.” Raissa tapped some keys on the keyboard and Sonny’s voice boomed out of the laptop.
“Damn it!” he yelled. “Why haven’t you brought me anything? What the hell are you waiting for?”
“Taylor or Raissa, whatever she calls herself now,” another guy said.
“Forget her,” Sonny said. “Have any of you found out anything at all about that kidnapping?”
There was silence for a couple of seconds, then finally another guy said, “There’s no word on the street, Sonny. That kid wasn’t taken by anyone we know or have business ties with. Maybe it’s just some perv, you know?”
“Get out,” Sonny said. “Except you, Rico.”
They heard the door click shut and then someone sighed.
“I don’t like this,” Sonny said.
“Neither do I, but the guys are right. This wasn’t any of our associates or competitors. They’re baffled we’re even asking.”
“I want to know what Monk Marsella involved this family in.”
“Does it really matter, now? I mean, Monk’s been gone for months now.”
“Yeah, it matters,” Sonny said, “because I want to know what was so important that it got him killed, and why it’s happening again. Don’t tell me the cases aren’t related.”
“I’m not saying that. Our sources indicate the police are looking into the old cases as well. They’ve made the connection. Probably from Taylor. She’s a problem, you know. I think you ought to let me take care of her.”
“No. If anyone can figure out what’s going on, it’s her. She’s brilliant, or she’d never have fooled me. Leave her to work with the police. They’ll never figure this out without help, and time’s running out.”
“You going soft, Sonny? This really ain’t none of our business.”
“Watch what you’re saying, Rico. I ain’t soft, but this is a kid we’re talking about. We don’t deal in wives, and we damned sure don’t deal in kids. You know the rules. You want this family associated with whatever perverted shit is probably being done to those girls?”
“No, I suppose not.”
“What about Hank Henry?”
“Ain’t nothing going on there that I can see,” Rico said. “I’ve been watching him close like, but he only goes to work and home. Ain’t nobody else hassling him or anything.”
“Keep watching. I’m sure that’s the name Monk said before he died. If Hank isn’t doing anything, then he must know something.”
“Maybe, or maybe Monk just thought he did. The guy wasn’t all that bright, you know?”
“Yeah, but it doesn’t take smarts to run up on something bad,” Sonny said. “Keep checking on Taylor, too, but you do not have authority to move on her, got it?”
“I got it, for now. But afterward…when this circus is over?”
“I’ll deal with it then.”
There was some shuffling and the door opening and closing, then silence. Maryse looked over at Raissa, her eyes wide.
“What in the world is Hank involved in now?” Maryse asked.
“I don’t know, and I’m willing to bet Hank doesn’t know, either. Apparently he’s mixed up in something to do with Monk, but even Hank doesn’t know what.”
“Are you sure?” Maryse asked, drily.
Raissa nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure. He was spooked that night we talked. I can usually tell when someone’s holding back, but Hank just looked clueless. Whatever he knows, he doesn’t realize how important it is. Or maybe he doesn’t know or remember at all. Either way, he’s not safe. I need to call and warn him.”
Maryse nodded. “So if the Heberts didn’t take that girl, who did?” Maryse asked.
Raissa looked at Maryse, a million thoughts—mostly bad—rolling around in her head. “I have no idea, but apparently Sonny thinks I can find out.”
“I don’t understand. If Sonny told his guys to leave you alone, then who’s been trying to kill you?”
“That’s a really good question.”