Tyler Anne Snell - Manhunt

“The what?” Sophia had to ask.

“It’s a fund-raiser scheduled for next week. I started hosting them a year after I moved here. The town buys tickets while various organizations hold different auctions to raise money. It’s also a banquet of sorts—champagne, food and music.”

Sophia’s eyes widened as she remembered where she had heard about that before.

“That’s where Lisa met you.”

“Yes, the first one she came to she picked it apart, saying the vendors had ripped me off and that she could do it better if she was in charge.” He smiled. “I thought she was joking but Details did a great job last year.”

It was Detective Thatcher’s turn to raise his eyebrow. “Details? Why does that sound familiar?”

“It’s an event-planning business Lisa started when she first moved to Culpepper,” Sophia responded. It was also one of the reasons that they had drifted from each other.

“Got it. Now continue, Mr. Vega.”

“Lisa helped me host a very small, informal gathering here in the house with said potential client and a few of my employees.”

“And does this potential client have a name?” Thatcher asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I’d like to keep that confidential, if you don’t mind. We don’t want any rumors going around before anything is official.”

“I do mind,” the detective said with seriousness. “But we can get back to that later.” Richard didn’t miss a beat as he continued.

“We stayed up well into the next day. However, Lisa turned in early and left early. I, on the other hand, ashamedly slept in until almost noon. She had left me a note saying she was heading to the birthday party and would call when she made it. I turned my mind back to the potential client’s entertainment needs as well as business and before I realized it, it was Monday.” He balled up his fist. “I didn’t question the fact that she never called until Monday night after my guest left. I called her and got her voice mail.” He switched his gaze, now intense, to Sophia. When he spoke his anger was palpable. “I assumed you would have called if she hadn’t shown up. I just thought the silence was the two of you doing some sisterly bonding thing and Lisa just forgot to call. Why didn’t you call when she didn’t show up?”

Sophia’s face flushed red—a mix of embarrassment, guilt and anger.

“Lisa and I haven’t been on the best of terms this past year,” Sophia almost spat, trying to defend herself. “You should have known that. She didn’t tell me she was coming, so when she didn’t show up I assumed it was on purpose.”

There was a heated silence, not at all like the thoughtful one she seemed to share with the detective when they were sorting through new information. This was weighted. This was bogged down with ill feelings and regret.

“Continue, Mr. Vega,” Thatcher said, commanding the two of them to snap out of it. Richard looked back at the detective and let out a loud breath.

“When I still hadn’t received any word by Tuesday morning, I decided it wasn’t just Lisa’s forgetfulness. The phone call with Miss Hardwick here just confirmed it. I left work and began looking for her, only to come up empty.”

“Why didn’t you call us?”

Richard sat up straighter. “At first I thought...” He paused, trying to find the right words. “I thought that Lisa had left me, using Sophia’s party as an excuse to disappear.”

“Why would she leave you?”

“Over the past year, I’ve grown to trust Lisa more than I’ve ever trusted anyone else. She has become not only a woman I care about, but a confidante.” At this admission, Richard for the first time seemed uncomfortable with what he was saying.

“She knows secrets about you,” Thatcher said.

“Not only personal, but professional. Secrets my competitors would pay big for. Secrets that could undo everything I’ve worked for my entire life. I’ve had much worse attempted by people who want my money or business before.”

“Lisa wouldn’t do that, though.” Sophia spoke up with certainty. “From what I know, she has been very happy with you.” Richard’s intense expression softened at that.

“I couldn’t rule it out entirely. So I called in a few favors and had her phone traced.” He didn’t bother acting sheepish. “I found it.”

He shared a look with Detective Thatcher. It sent a chill through Sophia.

“And?” she prodded.

Richard stood and went to retrieve a box under his desk. He presented it to Thatcher. The contents made Thatcher’s brow furrow. Sophia was almost afraid to look but she had to be strong. She had to be strong for Lisa.

Holding her breath she peeked in.

“Is that it?”

Richard nodded, frowning deeply while Thatcher pushed around the several pieces of what once was a cell phone. Sophia felt her stomach drop.

“Before it was smashed, I was able to follow it to the main road, just past Tipsy’s Gas & Grill.” Sophia looked at Thatcher questioningly.

“It’s a family-owned gas station and mini-restaurant off of the main road,” Thatcher explained. “Busiest gas station in town.” He motioned to Richard to continue.

“When I went to where it last was turned on I found it scattered along the side of the road.” He sent another significant look to Thatcher.

“I’m assuming you already tried to salvage the SIM card inside? To recover any pictures or—”

“None of it could be saved.” Richard dropped back into his seat. “I couldn’t even find the remnants of the card.”

“So, what does that mean?” Sophia asked.

“It means,” Richard began, running a hand through his hair, “that either Lisa doesn’t want anyone to find her or someone doesn’t want us to find Lisa.”

* * *

THE AIR SEEMED to zip out of the room—leaving behind an unsettling silence. Braydon felt Sophia tense next to him. It was a response he was familiar with when bad news was flitting around.

“Did you find anything else?” Braydon asked. He wanted to know if Richard was aware of the other missing women.

“I called the hospitals and even morgues in the neighboring cities looking for her or a Jane Doe who matched her description, but nothing came up.” He pulled out a card and handed it to Braydon. “I even hired two PIs from this firm to search the cities.”

“You hired out-of-town private investigators before you contacted your local PD?” Braydon said incredulously.

“I hired them to stay out of town to find her. Culpepper is small. I had faith, if she was here, that I’d run into her.”

Braydon was fighting the urge to yell at the very rich, very pompous man in front of him. If he had just called the police when he first realized Lisa was missing, it could have made all the difference, but instead he wanted to handle it himself. He had as much pride as he did wealth.

“You still should have filed a report,” Sophia barked out, breaking her silence. “Did you ever think ‘What if she didn’t run away?’ ” Braydon could tell her composure was cracking.

“Of course I did. I’m not an idiot.”

“Well, you could have fooled me!” Under different circumstances, Braydon would have smiled at Sophia’s brashness. She didn’t bottle up her emotions—she let them pour out instead. The two of them would have kept on, but Braydon had had enough.

“Do you know Trixie Martin or Amanda Alcaster?” Braydon watched the man’s facial expression closely. He could see wheels turning but there was no concrete recognition of either name.

“Not personally. The Alcaster name sounds familiar, but what has that got to do with Lisa?”

Braydon took a breath. Sophia’s hands fidgeted across her lap. He wanted to hold them still, to keep her worries at bay. Personal experience had taught him that as long as a loved one was out there in trouble, no one, not even he, could quell all worries. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though. He cast another look at Sophia; the realization that he wanted to make sure she was okay was an odd one. He’d only known her for two hours at best and yet he empathized with her completely.