Keepers of the Cave (2 page)

She paused before getting off the elevator, her glance going quickly around the room. She silently acknowledged that her assumptions were right on. Taking a deep breath, she moved forward, smiling at Ice before handing him a coffee.

“Nice head,” she said with a smirk.

Billy reached for his coffee before she could offer, then eyed the bag she held.

“Sausage and egg wraps,” she said, handing him one.

“You’re the best. Thanks.”

She tossed one to Ice, then walked over to CJ, who had yet to raise her head. She placed the coffee and breakfast down beside her, slowly shaking her head.

“You really,
really
need a shower, CJ,” she said quietly.

“I know,” she mumbled.

Paige shook her head again, wondering why CJ put herself through this. Couldn’t she be satisfied with a night alone? Perhaps a bottle of wine, maybe a hot soak in bubbles? Did she always have to chase the images away with sex? She allowed herself a brief glimpse into the past, a night where she had been the one CJ had turned to. Against her better judgment, Paige had given in to her desires, a mistake brought on by CJ’s incessant flirting, too many tequila shots, and her own need to escape the job for a few hours. Even though she had regretted her decision the next morning, it was still a night she wasn’t able to forget.

***

Billy watched his partner watch CJ. He glanced at Ice with raised eyebrows as Paige shook her head for the third time before taking a seat at her own neat desk. Billy ate his breakfast wrap in silence, as did the others. Finally, CJ stood—albeit slowly—and grabbed her coffee and wrap. She stared at Paige.

“Grabbing a shower,” she said as she sauntered off.

“Good. Why don’t you take two?” Paige called, scooting the chair away from her desk and heading in the opposite direction of CJ.

“Damn. What’s with them anyway?” he asked.

Ice wadded up his breakfast wrap and tossed a perfect shot into the trash can. “I don’t know. They’ve been acting strange for the last several months.”

Billy leaned forward, his voice low. “You don’t think...you know.”

“No, man. Come on,” Ice said. “Paige is Paige. She’s perfect. And CJ...well, you know I love her, but she’s got some issues.”

Billy snorted. “Issues? Is that what you call it?”

“Cut her some slack, man. You know how she grew up.”

“Yeah, I know.” Billy leaned back again with a sigh. Yeah, they all knew how CJ’s old man used her as a punching bag when she was a kid. CJ grew up just this side of trailer park trash in a bad part of Houston, and even though she’d put that behind her, they all knew she carried it around like a chip on her shoulder. She was gorgeous as hell and could have her pick of women. But she was not beautiful in the classy, clean way Paige was. No, CJ was rough-and-tumble, her dark hair cut short in different lengths, always looking a little on the messy side. But even he would admit it was a sexy look, with just enough hanging over those big brown eyes to make you want to just reach out and brush it away.

He shook himself.
Damn
. That was CJ. What in the hell was he thinking?

CHAPTER TWO

“Gather round, people.”

CJ brushed the hair out of her eyes, wondering what Howley had for them this time. The Special Agent-in-Charge had given them two days off after wrapping up the
missing boy case
, as they’d ended up calling it. She hated when the victims were kids, hated it more when sexual abuse was involved. It brought way too many of her own demons to the surface. Obviously, she wasn’t very good at handling them. But two days off were good. One night of drunken sex with a stranger, then last night, a blissful sleep in her own bed. She felt human again this morning.

She followed the others into the conference room, choosing her normal seat between Paige and Ice. Paige was speaking to her again. That was a plus. She hated the tension between them and she suspected Paige hated it as well. But it was what they did. When CJ pulled one of her all-night stunts like she had the other night, she knew it would take a couple of days for them to get back to normal. She glanced at Paige now, pleased to see that the disapproving look in her eyes was gone, the disapproving look that sometimes bordered on disappointed. That look cut deep. She smiled hesitantly, getting a slight one in return.

“Got a rather interesting assignment,” Howley said. “Get comfortable. This will take a while.”

The large monitor on the near wall came to life and what appeared to be an aerial view of a small community popped up. A smattering of buildings was nearly swallowed by a forest of tall trees. He slid a file folder to each of them.

“We’re calling it Hoganville Complex,” he said. “Population estimated at fifty, give or take. I say estimated because this isn’t a town. It isn’t even an unincorporated community. By the way, Hoganville is the informal name only. It’s not an actual named town.” He pulled up a map on the monitor next. “It’s located between the Angelina National Forest and the Sabine National Forest in far East Texas. Lake Sam Rayburn is here,” he said, pointing, “and the Louisiana border is here, in the middle of Toledo Bend Lake.”

“Disappearances?” Billy asked as he scanned the first page of the folder.

“Lots of them,” Howley said. “Let’s get some background. This investigation was originally started eight months ago. Senator Trumbley from Dallas has a stake in this. His daughter has been missing for nine months now. College student. She was driving from New Orleans back to Dallas last October. Alone. The last communication he had from her was here,” he said, pointing to the map, “in Leesville, Louisiana.”

“Looks like it’s far from a major highway,” CJ said. “Is it a case of the GPS leading her astray?”

He shrugged. “Who knows? Car was found here in Deridder,” he said. “Clean.”

“If the last communication was from Leesville, why is Hoganville in question?” Paige asked.

“Hoganville is one of three investigations. One team is concentrating efforts in Baton Rouge and Louisiana State University, which on the surface, appears to be the logical location. Another is going over the senator’s comings and goings in both Dallas and Washington, trying to determine if it’s politically motivated or not. Hoganville is an afterthought, I believe, mainly because of the weirdness of it.”

“Weirdness?” Ice tossed his pen down. “In other words, we pulled the short stick.”

“I’m afraid so. It threw up red flags, that’s all.”

CJ was ready to push the file away, quickly losing interest. “So we’re like the junior varsity team? The big boys get Dallas, Washington and Baton Rouge?”

“Look, we take the assignment we’re given and do our jobs. Now take a look at the file. It’s really fascinating reading,” Howley said. “I think there could be something here. When the team was investigating Trumbley’s disappearance, they stumbled across a rash of them, really. None appear to be linked or have a pattern to them, just random disappearances. They discovered that there have been documented disappearances going back to 1939. The disappearances are of the variety of vagabonds, the unemployed who were traveling and looking for work, college students, hitchhikers, traveling salesmen back in the day or people just passing through. Like young Trumbley there. In the most recent cases, the last twenty years or so, most of the disappearances involve women, mostly young, always traveling alone.”

“And none have been found?” Billy asked. “Bodies?”

“None. Not a trace. In some cases, the vehicle has not been found either. Like I said, read the file. It’s interesting.”

“Is this for real?” Ice asked as he flipped through the pages. “A family compound that at one time was over three hundred people?”

“What about this school?” Paige asked.

“That’s part of what’s interesting. Hogan School for Girls,” he said. “It’s a private institution established thirty-one years ago with a federal grant. They took the name Hogan because that’s the property it was built on.”

“Home for troubled girls,” CJ said, reading the brief description of the school.

“Yes. Girls who have been kicked out of public school, girls who would otherwise be heading to juvy perhaps. This is an alternative. It’s pricey. But also subsidized by the feds.”

“What’s the school got to do with all this?” Billy asked.

“The school is the only outside entity there. And it’s totally separate from Hoganville. It’s located about three miles away, out in the middle of nowhere. It was built on property sold by the Hogans. Over the last thirty-one years, they’ve had six girls come up missing. None in the last ten and we can attribute that to better security.”

“So what? Serial killer?”

“I think it’s worse than a serial killer if we’re talking over seventy, eighty years’ worth,” CJ said.

“Exactly,” Howley said. “Unfortunately,
worse
could be any number of things. So, what we’ve done is replace the director of the school with an agent. A paper pusher, but an agent nonetheless. He’s been there nearly seven months, getting a feel of the community, gathering information. He suggests we bring in two agents.” He glanced at them one by one. “A couple.”

“A couple?” CJ looked at both Ice and Billy and shook her head. “Oh no. No way am I going to pretend to be a couple with one of these guys.”

Howley gave a quick smile. “That’s not exactly the type of couple I meant,” he said. “It’s an all-girls school. Most of the teachers are women. In fact, all but two, actually.”

“And?”

He glanced at Paige. Paige’s eyebrows shot up into her bangs.

“A couple?
Us
?” she asked, pointing to CJ.

“Based on what Avery has told us—he’s the agent posing as the director—that’s the best course of action, if we want to fit in.”

“What do you mean?” CJ asked. “What kind of couple?”

“What kind do you think, CJ? A couple. A
lesbian
couple,” he said.

She arched an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Avery says there are eight lesbian couples on staff. He thinks that’s the best way for us to get a team in and to fit in.”

“Eight couples?” CJ glanced at Paige. “That’s pretty high, isn’t it?”

Paige shrugged. “It’s an all-girls’ school. Stands to reason the teachers would be female.”

“God, can you imagine the drama? Who’s sleeping with whom? Who’s cheating, who’s fighting.”

Paige laughed. “You’ll fit right in.”

“Ladies? Let’s stay on task, please.” Howley handed them both another piece of paper. “That’s your backstory. Memorize it.”

She and Paige both scanned it quickly. Paige was the first to speak.

“Six months? We’ve been together only six months?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

CJ laughed. “At six months, you’re still fucking like bunnies.”

They all laughed, even Paige, who responded by tossing her pen at her. CJ read on, smiling. “Oh, cool. I get to be a campus cop.”

“A gym teacher?” Paige groaned. “Really? I’m a gym teacher?”

“Look, I didn’t write this, okay,” Howley said. “I’m just passing it along. Live with it.”

Paige tossed the paper on the table. “Okay. Just what does this all mean? We’re a couple. What’s the plan?”

“The plan is to infiltrate the teachers and hopefully the community.”

“Where will we stay?”

“Housing is provided at the school. It’s tight as a prison,” Howley said. “The school is secured with a high fence and a locked entry. Remember, this takes the place of juvenile detention. A security guard operates the gate at all times. Dorms for the students, cottages or cabins for the staff. All the teachers live on campus. The only locals who work there are janitorial and cafeteria staff, and that’s part-time. Less than two hundred students, thirty staff, give or take. Sixteen teachers. Your objective is to infiltrate the main staff—two of which are locals. Fiona Hogan, a science teacher. And Gretchen Hogan, the nurse.”

“So we’ll live on campus too?”

“Yes. Like I said, you’re going in as a couple. This isn’t going to be a quick fix, ladies. It’s likely to run several months.”

CJ glanced at Paige, seeing the stricken look on her face. “Months?”

“As you’ll see in the file there, there have been documented cases all throughout the years, very random. The most recent records are more accurate, as far as where the victim was last seen and so on. Earlier records are speculation only. The victims are not necessarily from this area. In fact, they rarely are.” He pulled up another file on the monitor. “This is Ester Hogan. Descendant of the original Hogan who founded the town. Avery tells us she’s the matriarch.”

“Age?”

“We have no idea. It’s a very closed-off community. Everything we have is speculation. It took months to get as much as we have.” He glanced from one to the other. “They are very secluded. They don’t venture out very often. Not for Sunday church. And as far as we can tell, not for funerals.”

“Meaning?”

“Not sure what that means,” he said. “We can assume people die there. What they do with the bodies is anyone’s guess.”

“Okay, now it’s getting weird,” Billy said.

“You think it’s just
now
getting weird?” Ice asked.

Howley pulled up another photo of the community on the monitor. “Everything is basically funded by Ester Hogan. They got their original fortune in timber back in the early 1900s. They acquired hundreds of thousands of acres. It’s one reason they’ve been able to remain isolated. It’s hard to tell if other families might have moved into the community, but judging by the age of the houses, I’d say it’s been forty, fifty years, maybe more.”

“What about utilities?” CJ asked.

“They’re pretty much off the grid. They have a community water system. Basically, it’s just a large well and cistern that feeds all the houses. Again, built at the expense of the original Hogan family. It’s considered a private water well so there’s no state inspection. There is no evidence of phone lines. I would assume, but don’t know for sure, that some have cell phones. Avery says there are no TV antennas and no satellite dishes. There are generators and solar panels. Not very many cars. Like I said, pretty much isolated.”