Nella drew a ragged breath, trying desperately not to let the horror of the moment overwhelm her.
Where are they?
Shush. The child put a tiny finger to her lips, mimicking her sister. Its still here.
What is?
The evil. Cant you feel it?
Nellas heart flailed like a trapped bird inside her chest as she stole a glance over her shoulder. Somewhere down that long hallway, a floorboard creaked.
Had someone come up behind her? The other girl?
For a moment, Nella could have sworn she saw something hovering at the top of the stairs. A giant shadow that was there one moment, gone the next.
The childs gaze was transfixed, as if she could see something that Nella could not.
It was all Nella could do not to snatch the child up and run screaming from the house. Something terrible lurked in those shadowy rooms, in the beguiling depths of that little girls wide blue eyes.
She bent and put her hands on the childs arms.
Where are your brothers? You have to tell me so that I can help them.
The little girls gaze strayed to the room where the noose swung in a draft. Mama carried them down to the swamp.
Oh, dear God. Can you take me to them?
I have to find my sissy first.
She reached for Nellas hand. Her tiny fingers were warm, but the fear that slid down Nellas spine was ice cold.
Together they descended the steps, and Nella opened the door beneath the staircase.
The other girl was gone, but the baby lay wriggling on the floor. Nella reached for the tiny body.
I have to get them out of here. Lord, please help me save them.
But when she glanced over her shoulder, the hallway behind her was empty.
Ruth and Rebecca Lemay had vanished.
Two
Present day
There is no odor in the world like that of rotting human flesh, Detective Evangeline Theroux thought as she climbed out of the car.
The scent hung heavy on the hot, sticky air, an insidious perfume that stole her breath and turned her stomach. It was all she could do to stifle her gag reflex.
A group of uniformed officers stood in the over-grown front yard of the deserted house and Evangeline could feel their eyes on her. It was like they could smell her weakness and were anticipating with relish a mortifying display.
Jerks.
As if she would ever give them the satisfaction.
A female police detective wasnt much of an anomaly these days, but there were those in the New Orleans PD who still clung to their good-ol-boy mentality. Evangeline was accustomed to hostile scrutiny from some of her male colleagues, and she knew better than to give them any unnecessary am-munition.
Turning away from those condescending glances, she swallowed hard, though she pretended to survey her surroundingsa ghost street in the Lower Ninth Ward. A no-mans-land of abandoned vehicles and tumbledown houses that served as an enclave for the citys crack merchants and the homeless.
This was the section of New Orleans hit hardest by the floodwaters, and it was also the last neighborhood in the city to be rebuilt. Some referred to it as the bad side of the Industrial Canal because of the crime rate. Others called it Cutthroat City.
Her late husband, Johnny, had once called it home.
Evangeline mopped her brow as she waited for Mitchell Hebert to get out of the car. The swampy heat was not helping her queasy stomach. Earlier, clouds had drifted in from the gulf, bringing a cool breeze and a quick shower, but now the purplish banks had given way to a robins-egg-blue sky. At ten-thirty on a June morning, the temperature was already in the high nineties and the steam rising from the drying puddles felt like a sauna.
You smell that? Mitchell asked as he climbed out of the car. Thats dead-body smell.
You think?
The older detective eyed her suspiciously. You dont look so hot this morning.
That was an understatement if shed ever heard one. Evangeline had been up half the night with the baby, and she looked and felt like a hundred miles of bad road. But lack of sleep was the least of her problems. With the impending anniversary of Johnnys death, she was finding it harder and harder to emerge from the dark cloud that had hovered over her since the funeral.
A year ago, her life had been as close to perfect as she could imagine, and now it lay in ruins, the joy and sunlight replaced by a cold, gray loneliness. Happiness was a concept she barely remembered. Now she awakened each morning to the stark reality of a future without Johnny. Sometimes she felt so hopeless and lost, she had to pull the covers over her head and weep before somehow mustering the strength to swing her legs over the side of the bed and begin another day without him.
But Evangelines lifestyle didnt allow for a breakdown. She was a cop and a single mother. She had her and Johnnys son to think about, plus all the responsibilities that her job entailed. Lives were on the line. She couldnt afford the luxury of wallowing in despair, no matter how much she might wish to.
Mitchell was still sizing her up. Youre not gonna faint or something, are you?
She gave him a thin smile. Have you ever known me to faint?
And that, in a nutshell, is your problem, girl.
I didnt realize I had a problem.
You dont always have to work so damn hard to prove how tough you are.
Oh, yes, I do.
But all she did was shrug.
She knew that wasnt the end of it, though.
Mitchell had that fatherly look on his face, the one that signaled he was about to impart a necessary but unpleasant truth.
He nodded toward the officers. Theyre not the enemy, you know.
Sure feels that way sometimes.
Maybe you just need to lighten up.
If by lighten up you mean let a bunch of infantile ass-clowns humiliate me so they can feel good about themselves, then no thanks.
You know something? It might actually help if you let them see you toss your cookies at a crime scene once in a while. Lil ol thing like you. You make them look bad.
Thats their problem. Besides, I dont see you upchucking in the bushes to get brownie points. Placing an icy can of Dr Pepper on the cars fender, Evangeline tightened her blond ponytail. Her hair felt damp and lank even though shed shampooed it in the shower that morning.
Different situation, Mitchell said. Im a man. Were supposed to be hardcore.
Evangeline cut him a look. You did not just say that.
In spite of the teasing quality in Mitchells tone, Evangeline knew there was an element of truth in what he said. She did try too hard to be tough and cold and cynical, and her stoicism in the face of blood and goreand in the wake of Johnnys deathmade some of the officers uncomfortable. Of course, they didnt see the reflection of a devastated woman that stared back at her from the mirror each morning. All they knew was the facade she erected for work and so they didnt know what to make of her. Here she was, a mere slip of a woman with the constitution of a vulture, as she calmly and methodically picked through human remains.
Someone had called her a ghoul girl once and the nickname stuck. On the surface, the teasing had seemed good-natured, but there was a disturbing undercurrent of scorn in the murmurs and stares that accompanied her arrival at every crime scene. Especially since Johnnys death.
Evangeline had discovered a long time ago that a woman in her position was damned if she did and damned if she didnt. Showing weakness might make her more palatable to some of her macho colleagues, but it would also cost her their respect.
She would never admit it, even to Mitchell, but her cast-iron stomach was an illusion, just like the fragile veneer that hid her desolation. Her insides were still recoiling from the smell, and she would have liked nothing better than to join the young patrolman throwing up at the corner of the house, their smirking comrades be damned.
But instead she swallowed the bile in her throat and squared her shoulders as she walked across the yard. The sick officer looked up in embarrassment as he wiped a hand across his mouth.
Here. Evangeline handed him what was left of her Dr Pepper. Itll help a little.
He took the drink with a shaking hand and held the cold can to his face. Thanks.
Softy, Mitchell teased as they climbed the porch steps.
Shush. Someone might hear you.
And wouldnt that be a shame? He paused, as if bracing himself before they entered the house. You ever think about getting out of this racket, Evie?
At times like this, yeah.
Ive told you about my uncle, right?
The one who owns the security firm in Houston?
Hes getting on in years and he needs somebody he can trust to put in charge of his operation.
Meaning you?
Thats the plan. You play your cards right, there might be a place in Houston for you, too.
Evangeline sighed. Its a nice thought, but I have too many ties here. Im not going anywhere.
Not to Houston, anyway. It was hotter than hell in Houston, just like in New Orleans.
If I move anywhere, itll be to someplace with snow, she thought wistfully as sweat trickled down her back.
Just give it some thought is all Im saying.
Youre like a dog with a bone, she grumbled.
Im trying to look out for you, kiddo. A city like Houston has a lot to offer a smart gal like you. Might be a good place for you and J.D. to start over.
J.D. is barely five months old. He doesnt care where we live.
Yeah, but police works not such a hot profession for a single parent. With Johnny gone, youre all that boy has left.
And just like that, with his name spoken aloud, Evangelines dead husband was right there with them on the dilapidated porch.
She couldnt see him, of course, but for a moment, his presence seemed so strong, she was tempted to reach out and grab him, hold on for all she was worth.
She knew only too well, though, that her fingers would clutch nothing but air.
Still, Johnny was beside her as she stepped into that chamber of horrors. The chill at her nape felt like the whisper of his breath; the gooseflesh that prickled along her arms was the brush of his ghostly fingers.
Whether she could see him or not, Johnny was there.
He was always there.
Inside the house, the techs were already hard at work. Two uniforms stood just inside the door talking to Tony Vincent, the coroners investigator, and Evangeline acknowledged them with a brief nod before she quickly scanned the litter-strewn room.