The Forgotten

CHAPTER 83

They pulled into the parking lot of the Paradise Police Department headquarters. It was after four in the morning and the town was quiet and dark.

That was to be expected.

But the police department was supposed to be a twenty-four/seven operation.

And it was dark too.

That was not expected.

“How many officers do they have?” asked Carson.

“Not that many, apparently,” said Puller. “But I’ve never been here in the middle of the night either.”

Puller looked back at the dark station. He glanced toward the street when a pair of headlights turned the corner and headed their way. Carson said, “That’s a police cruiser.”

“Yes, it is,” replied Puller.

The car pulled into the parking lot, stopped, and Cheryl Landry climbed out. She was in full uniform and had apparently been on patrol. She looked hot and upset.

Puller opened the door and got out.

“Puller?” Landry said, squinting at him in the darkness.

“Yeah. Where is everybody?”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed at the police station. “Don’t you have someone here day and night?”

“Oh, no, not anymore. Budget cuts. Even in Paradise.”

“What about 911 calls?”

“Outsourced. But we do have people on patrol at night, of course. That’s what I was doing. Until you called me. What’s up?”

“Riding solo? Where’s Hooper?”

“Good question. He didn’t bother showing up to work. I came on at eight last night and I’ve got another four hours to go on my shift. So why did you want to meet at this hour? You didn’t say over the phone.”

Puller pointed to the Tahoe. “Got some friends over there. We need some help.”

Landry eyed the SUV. “What friends? And what help do you need?”

“Where’s Bullock?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I just do.”

“Home in bed would be my guess.”

“How many uniforms in the department?” “Including Bullock, sixteen.”

“Small force.”

“Small town. We’ve also got four admins and one forensics tech that you already met. Now, answer my questions. What friends? And what help do you need?”

“Paradise has a big problem.”

She looked at him skeptically. “What’s that?” “People disappear.”

“Come on, Puller.”

“And Paradise is part of a pipeline for slaves being brought into the U.S.”

Landry froze and blurted out, “What?”

“Right down the road from here. At the beach that smells like sulfur.”

“I know that stretch of sand. No one goes there.”

“You’re wrong. People do go there.”

“No one from Paradise, I meant.”

“So the police don’t patrol there?”

“It’s not part of the town. It’s a no-man’s-land between Paradise and the next municipality over.”

“That makes it perfect for a pipeline, then.” “And you have proof of this? Then let’s call in the Feds. Right now.”

“We don’t have proof. The proof is getting away as we speak.”

“So what are you doing here, then?”

“We need another gun.”

Landry once more looked at the SUV. “Who the hell is in there?”

“Carson. The big guy who saved my life at the Sierra. And one other person who I can vouch for. Are you with us?”

“I’m on duty. I’m on patrol. I can’t just up and leave on some wild-goose chase with you.”

“It’s not a wild-goose chase. And you can get someone else to relieve you.”

“Puller, I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t? Look, Landry, we nail this group you can write your own future in law enforcement.”

“I like it just fine here.”

“Then you’ll be helping us catch some really bad people. It’s why you carry the badge, right?” “Does this have to do with your aunt? And the Storrows?”

“I think it does, yes.”

“Slavers killed them?”

“Yes. Because they found out what was going on.”

Landry drew a deep breath.

“Come on, Landry. We need you to get this done. You’re the only one here I’d ask.”

“Let me make some calls, see if I can get someone to cover for me.”

“Why don’t you call Hooper and Bullock?”

“Why them?”

“Because I’m betting they don’t pick up.” “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Just call them.”

She did so and there was no answer on either phone.

Landry put her cell away. “Both went to voice mail. But they could be asleep.”

“Doubtful.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t think so.”

“You’re not implying that they’re somehow involved in all this.”

“We don’t have time for explanations. Are you coming or not?”

Landry drew another long breath.

Puller said, “I think the town can get along without you for a few hours.”

“If this costs me my job?”

“Then you can kick my ass. And I’ll help you get another job.”

Landry smiled resignedly. “And your friend the general?”

“She’ll help you too.”

“Right, like I believe that. I don’t see us being best friends.”

“You might be surprised. Let’s go.”

“Where exactly?”

Puller pointed toward the Gulf.

“Out there.”