The Lost Girls of Johnson's Bayou (5 page)

The door to the kitchen swung open and he took a deep breath, mentally preparing the words he wanted to say. A second later, he let out the breath in a whoosh of disappointment as Madelaine approached his table, a big smile on her face.

“Morning,” she said. “You want coffee?”

“Yes, please,” he said, trying not to let his disappointment show.

Madelaine stopped at a pot on the counter to pour him a cup of coffee, then placed it on the table in front of him. “Guess the food didn’t kill you yesterday.”

“No. In fact, your omelet is one of the best I’ve ever had.”

Madelaine blushed a bit. “Oh, well, what a nice thing to say. Did you enjoy the festival yesterday?”

“Yes. I was impressed with the variety of the artists.”

“Ginny said you bought a necklace from her. Do you think your aunt might be interested in carrying some of her stuff?”

Paul’s mind went blank for a moment and then he remembered the lie that had rolled off his tongue the day before. “It’s certainly possible,” he said, suddenly realizing why Madelaine was steering the conversation to Ginny.

Which also gave him the perfect opportunity to inquire about her. “I didn’t get a chance to talk with her yesterday,” he said. “I was hoping to catch her this morning. Has she already left for the festival?”

Madelaine beamed. “No. She ran upstairs for a second. Just let me take your order so I can get it started and I’ll send her right out to chat with you.”

“Great,” Paul said and ordered the breakfast special.

Madelaine stuffed her pad in her apron and hurried into the kitchen, still smiling. Paul felt a momentary twinge of guilt for deliberately misleading the nice woman, but it passed quickly. A little white lie was a small price to pay if it led him to information about his sister.

A couple of minutes later, Ginny came through the kitchen door and into the café. She looked toward his booth and hesitated just a moment before continuing to make her way over. She did not look happy to see him.

“I don’t know who you think you are,” she said, glaring down at him, “but I want you to leave here before I call the police.”

Paul stared for a moment before launching into action. “Wait,” he said as she started to move away. “I’m sorry I offended you yesterday, but being rude isn’t an offense you need the police to deal with.”

“Breaking into my apartment is.”

“I didn’t.... Someone broke into your apartment? Look, I swear, it wasn’t me. I don’t even know where you live.”

She studied his face, and he waited for her to draw a conclusion. Surely, the shock he felt was clear in his expression. If not, then he was sunk. It was much harder to prove you hadn’t done something than proving you had. She bit her lower lip and rolled an end of her apron between her fingers.

“But you want something from me,” she said finally. “And I don’t believe for a minute it’s my jewelry.”

Paul ran one hand through his hair, not wanting to immediately launch into his reasons but knowing he needed to explain enough to keep her from running. “No. I’m not interested in your jewelry—at least, not as a buyer.”

“Are you still accusing me of stealing that design?” Ginny’s face flushed.

“No. That’s not it at all.” Paul saw the kitchen door open a crack and Madelaine peeked over at them. “Look, I need to talk to you. It’s personal and I don’t want anyone else to know what I’m doing here. Is there any way you can take a break?”

Ginny glanced back at the kitchen and Madelaine ducked back inside. “Let me get your breakfast and tell my mom I’m going to speak to you a bit before heading to the festival. We’re closing soon, anyway.”

Relief coursed through him. “Thank you. I promise I’ll explain everything.”

“You better,” Ginny said, then spun around and headed back into the kitchen.

Paul watched her walk through the door to the kitchen and tried to organize his thoughts. He’d hoped to get information from her without divulging the real reason behind his query, but if someone had broken into her apartment, that changed everything. The timing could be totally coincidental, but it would be one heck of a coincidence.

And one that Paul wasn’t ready to buy.

Chapter Five

Ginny hurried back into the kitchen, her emotions all over the place. She didn’t believe Paul was the person who’d broken into her apartment. The look of shock on his face was genuine, unless he was the best actor she’d ever met. But he was a man with secrets, and for some reason he seemed to think his secrets involved or included her. That unnerved her on many levels, especially as she’d never met the man before that night in the woods. What could he possibly want with her?

And if Paul Stanton hadn’t broken into her apartment, then who had?

She broke off her thoughts as she approached the grill, hoping the stress she felt didn’t show on her face. Madelaine turned from the grill with Paul’s breakfast order. “I saw you talking to Mr. Cutie.” She gave Ginny a big smile. “So is he interested in your jewelry, or something else?”

Ginny forced a smile. “He would like to talk to me some about my designs. I told him I could spare a few minutes while he ate, if that’s all right.”

“Of course. The café’s almost empty, and I’ve just got to clean this grill and rinse the coffeepots. Take all the time you need. I’m going to finish up in here then head out to the festival. You can lock up the front when you’re done.”

Ginny took the plate from Madelaine and slipped bottles of catsup and Tabasco in her apron. “Thanks,” Ginny said and hurried out of the kitchen with the food before Madelaine could clue in to how nervous she was. The woman could read her far too well for Ginny to fool her for long.

She placed the plate, catsup and Tabasco on the table in front of Paul, refilled his coffee and poured herself a cup before sliding into the booth across from him. The last of the patrons said goodbye as they stepped out of the café, and Ginny gave them a wave. “My mom is going to finish up in the back, but I don’t have very long before I have to get to the festival. Please tell me what this is about.”

Paul nodded and pulled out his wallet. He flipped it open and showed Ginny a license inside.

Ginny stared at the license in surprise. “A detective? What in the world…I mean, why would a detective need anything from me?”

“I’m looking for a missing child. She’d be a young woman now, but she went missing sixteen years ago.”

Ginny’s pulse began to race. “And you think I’m her?”

“No. You don’t have the right eye color. Her eyes were brown and I think she’s probably a little older than you, but not by much.”

“I don’t understand, Mr. Stanton. There are no other adopted women my age in Johnson’s Bayou, and if I’m not the girl you’re looking for, then I don’t know how I can help.”

“I thought the girl I’m looking for may have been at the school in the woods. You’re the girl who wandered out of the swamp the day after the school caught fire, aren’t you?”

Ginny froze. Of all the things that had ran through her mind, this wasn’t one of them, which was stupid since her first run-in with Paul Stanton had been at the LeBlanc School.

“I…yes, that was me. But I still don’t see what good that does you.”

“I hoped that you may remember something…anything that would help me find out if she was at the LeBlanc School.”

“But I don’t remember anything. I never have. I don’t even know if
I
was at the LeBlanc School. “

“Then why were you in the woods that night at the house?”

“I don’t know.”

He narrowed his eyes. “So you normally stroll through a swamp at night, carrying an expensive spotlight?” he asked. “And don’t tell me you were hunting. I won’t buy it.”

“I was, oh, I don’t know what I was doing. I guess I thought if I saw the house that maybe…”

Paul stared at her, clearly surprised. “You’ve never been to the house before that night? That’s hard to believe.”

“I never had a reason to go. Knowing what happened that night wasn’t going to change my life now. I don’t expect you to understand.”

Paul stirred his coffee, silent. After a couple of seconds, he spoke. “I understand. The truth of what happened that night must be horrid, or your mind wouldn’t have blocked it all this time. Remembering won’t add any value to your life now, and in fact it may only take away.”

Ginny stared. “You surprise me, Mr. Stanton.”

“Please call me Paul.” He gave her a sad smile. “I know what it’s like to live in the past. Part of you moves forward every day, but you’re not really existing in this point in time. You’re not really living because the part of you clinging to the past weighs you down—steals a part of you so that you can’t be whole.”

Ginny felt the weight of his sadness, and a thought flashed through her mind. “You knew her—the missing girl?”

“Her name is Kathy. She’s my sister.”

“Oh, no!” Ginny reached across the table and placed her hand on Paul’s. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine losing someone so close and never knowing what happened. You think she was at the LeBlanc School? But why didn’t your parents come claim her after the fire?”

“Our parents were killed in a car accident, and we had no other family. We were separated by the foster care system, and I stopped hearing from her sixteen years ago. When I was old enough to insist on tracking her down, I found out that she’d been ‘lost.’”

“How do you lose a child you’re being paid to protect?” The thought horrified Ginny.

“I’d love an answer to that, but her foster parents disappeared, as well. Their identities were fakes, and I’ve never been able to trace them any further.”

Ginny’s mind raced with all the possibilities of what could have happened to his sister, and none of them were good. “What made you think your sister might have been at the LeBlanc School?”

“I didn’t really, before I came here. Any more than I thought I would find her when I looked into a hundred other cases of dead girls who’d never been identified, but then I saw your jewelry…”

Ginny gasped. “The design?”

Paul nodded. “My sister used to draw that design all the time. It was on every school notebook…my mom even helped her paint it on her bedroom wall.”

“You think I saw that design at the LeBlanc School—that your sister drew it somewhere and it stuck in my mind.” Ginny took a deep breath then blew it slowly out. “I wish I could help you, but I swear I don’t remember anything, not even the design. It’s just always been in my mind.”

“But yet, you went into the woods at night. If you really don’t remember and don’t care to, why did you go?”

Ginny lowered her gaze to the tabletop. “You’d think it was crazy,” she said, almost angry with herself that she cared what he thought. She barely knew him. Why should his opinion of her matter?

This time Paul reached across the table to squeeze her hand. “I would never think you’re crazy. Please, talk to me.”

“I feel something. Like something’s out there watching. I look into the woods and I don’t see anything, but it’s almost like it silently calls to me. Like something alive.” She withdrew her hand from his and took a drink of her coffee. “I told you you’d think I was crazy.”

Paul stared at her for a couple of seconds, and Ginny could tell he was contemplating her words. “You’re wrong,” he said finally. “I still don’t think you’re crazy.”

“You don’t have to humor me.”

“I’m not humoring you. I think you’re sensing something. Some people are very intuitive. If things feel different to you now from how they did before, then something has changed. The fact that it’s not immediately visible is disconcerting, but hardly proof that you’re imagining it.”

He frowned. “And besides, you’re forgetting a huge point in your favor.”

“What’s that?”

“Someone broke into your apartment. Someone
is
watching.”

Ginny crossed her arms across her chest as a chill passed over her. “What do they want?”

“I think if we can figure out the why, we may be able to figure out the who.”

“We…?” Private detective, she reminded herself. “Oh, but I don’t have the money to pay you—”

“I don’t want any money,” he interrupted. “I just want to help.”

Ginny sighed. “You’re hoping I’ll remember something about your sister.”

“I’d be foolish not to hope, but I meant what I said about helping you. Even if your past doesn’t help me at all, I’m not going to leave you to deal with whatever is going on. I’ll help you find the truth, if you’re willing to work with me.”

“What would I have to do?”

“Involve me in your life, for starters. I can’t watch things closely if we’re polite strangers.”

“But how? Everyone knows the only family I have is Madelaine, and I don’t want her to know anything about this at all. She’d worry herself to death, and it might all be nothing.”

Paul nodded. “A family connection wasn’t exactly the kind I had in mind.”

Ginny felt a flush run up her neck and onto her face. “You want me to pretend we have a romantic relationship?” She shook her head. “I don’t think I can do that. I’m not the relationship kind.”

“That makes two of us, but all you have to do is pretend for a bit.”

Ginny’s mind screamed at her to say no. To walk away from the table and pretend she’d never laid eyes on Paul Stanton, but her body had responded to Paul’s suggestion in a completely different way—one that made Ginny’s mind scream even more. “What exactly would I have to do, to pretend, that is?”

“That we met at the café, chatted and enjoyed each other’s company. I already told your mother I was here on vacation. There’s nothing wrong with a little vacation romance.”

“I don’t think anyone will buy that.” Paul, with his toned body, wavy brown hair and supersexy green eyes, was the kind of man who could have anyone. No way would anyone believe he’d chosen her.

Paul looked at her, his confusion clear. “Are you gay?”

“No. I just…I don’t think I’m the kind of girl someone like you would be interested in.”

“Are you kidding me? You’re beautiful.” He stared at her for a minute, then shook his head. “You really don’t know that, do you?”