Little Girl Gone (9 page)

“My oldest daughter, Sein, did you know her? She several years older than you, but we not move to Cambria from San Luis Obispo until after she graduate high school, so maybe not.”

Logan shrugged. “I saw her around a few times. But I don’t think I ever spoke to her. I knew Anka a little, though. She was two years behind me, I think.”

Tooney gave him a half-smile. “Anka, my American child. She born in Burma but it like she never lived there. She teach high school English now, and she married to white boy like you. He’s a good man, though.”

“As opposed to me?”

Tooney shook his head. “You not bad. But you lonely man. You need someone to warm your heart.”

Logan let the instant psychology session, as unexpectedly accurate as it was, pass without comment.

“Sein, she meet Burmese boy at camp in Thailand,” Tooney went on. “His name Khin. She tell me all the time she love him. Khin’s family sponsored, too, but by group in North Carolina. So he far away. Did not stop them, though. As soon as he out of high school, he come to California for her, and marry her. He good man, too. Very much love her. They have first baby 1988. My first granddaughter, Yon. Then one more in 1991, Elyse.” He drifted again. “My wife never see Elyse.”

“She was born after your wife died?” Logan asked. He only had vague memories of Tooney’s wife. As far as he could recall, he never saw her after his first or second year in high school. He’d heard later that she’d passed away, but he didn’t know the family very well at the time so the details didn’t stick with him.

“No,” Tooney said, an undercurrent of anger in his voice. “Thiri, my wife, she died in 1994. In Burma.”

“Burma? But I thought you said she came here with you.”

“She did,” he said. “Do you know Burma history?”

“A bit.”

“Aung San Suu Kyi?”

Logan nodded. She was the daughter of Aung San, the popular Burmese general who was assassinated when she was still a young child. Later she became a symbol of freedom in a country that had come to be run by a ruthless military dictatorship.

“In 1988 Aung San Suu Kyi return to Burma, and help start NLD, National League for Democracy. Thiri believe
Daw
Suu Kyi would save our country from the evil that was running it. She want to sneak back into Burma to help. ‘For us,’ she told me. ‘For our families. Burma will always be our home.’ We fight so much about this, but I knew I could not stop her. In ’89,
Daw
Suu Kyi was put under house arrest. But Thiri still free, and help spread the word about the NLD, and
Daw
Suu Kyi’s beliefs in a Burma without fear. In 1990, there was a nationwide election, and NLD won by large amount. It should have been moment of my country’s freedom. But it was not. The generals void the election and send out troops . Thiri know she could no longer stay, so headed for the Thai border, same trip we had make together six years before. Only she not reach it this time. She caught and taken to prison. After her arrest, I never talk to her again.”

“I’m so sorry,” Logan said, knowing the words were inadequate. He had no idea that the man who poured his coffee every morning had lived such a tragic life.

“After the election and the crackdown, we not know if Thiri alive or not. She send message to me that she was leaving the country. But that was it. Months went by without a word. She just disappeared. Then my sister in Burma found out Thiri arrested.”

Tears glistened in Tooney’s eyes as he fell silent for a moment. “It was very hard on our daughters. They handled it very different. Anka was still in high school. She focused on her studies, and began working hard to lose the little bit of accent she still had. She wanted nothing to do with the country that would imprison her mother.

“Sein went the other way, and follow her mother’s example. She became more involved in the democracy movement. Doing what she could from over here, taking over where my wife left off. When we learned Thiri had died, Sein got even more involved, speaking out, organizing, doing whatever she could. Now she is a powerful voice outside of Burma, calling for removal of the generals who rule over our people. She travels around the world, talks to groups wherever she can.” He took a deep breath. “Thiri would be very proud of her.”

“I’m sure you’re proud of her, too,” Logan said.

“I am.” There was a wistfulness in his voice, a sadness that confused Logan. When Tooney saw the look on his face, he said. “Sein blame me. Not much for her mother’s death, but for not going back to Burma with my wife and helping the movement. Maybe if I went, maybe Thiri would still be alive. But Anka was in school. I had to stay. Thiri made me promise to watch over the girls.” A tear finally rolled down his cheek. “Sein and I not talk much anymore.”

Tragedy on top of tragedy. Logan gave him a moment, then said, “I’m still not clear what all this has to do with Elyse’s disappearance.”

Tooney looked at him. “The man yesterday morning, he told me Elyse taken to shut up her mother. If Sein cooperates, they will let Elyse go. There is a human rights conference in London in two weeks. Sein is supposed to give important speech there. They don’t want this to happen.”

“But who are they?”

“The Burmese false government, of course. The generals of
Myanmar,
as they have decide to call our country.”

“Wait. You think the Myanmar
government
is behind your granddaughter’s kidnapping?”

The look on Tooney’s face said it should be obvious. “Who else? They are crazy. They are not like other countries. Believe me, I know.”

Logan let this sink in for a second, but found it hard to believe a foreign government was kidnapping people in the U.S. “The man who attacked you wasn’t Burmese. He was Caucasian.”

Harp scoffed. “Probably just hired for the job.”

“I don’t know. It sounds too—”

“Crazy?” Tooney asked.

“But why kill you?”

“Elyse is the important one. Not me. Maybe I was just in the way.”

Logan hesitated. “What about the rest of your family? Have any of them been attacked, too?”

“They can’t get to Sein. She is in Europe with Khin and oldest daughter, Yon. The foundation that she work for give her with excellent security. Besides, Burma would want to quietly shut her up, not kill her. Her death would be international news and focus
more
attention on the country, not less.”

“Have you called her and told her about Elyse?”

“I wanted to know for sure he was not lying to me first. That’s what I’ve been telling myself, anyway. But the truth is that I know Sein won’t answer even if I do call.”

“You’re going to have to try and get a hold of her somehow.”

He looked ashamed. “I know.”

Logan paused for a second. “If Sein’s death would focus more attention on Burma, wouldn’t killing her daughter do the same thing?”

Tooney shook his head. “Elyse is not high profile like Sein. Her death could be made to look like anything. An accident, suicide, whatever they want. Besides, Sein would never let it come to that. They know this. Our children are always our weaknesses. She will do what they want so Elyse will live.”

“And if we call the police?”

“They will kill her now. Make her disappear so they can claim zero responsibility and avoid creating international incident. No one will ever know what happened. It is the only thing they can do.”

“What about your other daughter?” I asked.

“Anka’s married to an American. She has an American last name. That’s her protection. They would not want the kind of trouble they think might happen by hurting her.”

“Elyse is an American, too. Hurting her is going to cause just as many problems.”

“They won’t see it that way. To them, she is one hundred percent Burmese, like her mother, and her grandmother.”

Logan leaned back. “There’s no guarantee they won’t kill Elyse anyway.”

Tooney paused, then locked eyes with him. “One way is for sure, the other is…unknown.”

15

Logan didn’t call the FBI.

He didn’t promise Tooney he wouldn’t, but he did say he would think about it and let him know what he was going to do. But he knew even then that he wouldn’t make that call.

He wasn’t ready to buy the whole story yet. The idea of Burma—or
Myanmar
, as the leaders there preferred—reaching its hand all the way into the United States to pluck a twenty year-old college student off the street just didn’t sound right. Unless things had changed since he last checked, Burma had showed little interest in the world outside its borders. Would they even have the resources to pull something like this off? He had his doubts. But they weren’t strong enough for him to test the theory by calling the FBI.

Which meant he needed to find out what was really going on.

While Logan spent his morning at the police station, his dad and the others had unexpectedly done a little work for him and found the address of Elyse’s friend Lara Mendonca. They hadn’t, however, been able to further identify her other friend, Anthony.

Lara lived just south of LAX in an area called El Segundo. Her apartment was on the third floor in a generic box of a building, a block off of Imperial Highway.

Logan knocked, half expecting no one to answer. It was afternoon, and though Lara would be on spring break, he thought even if she were still in town there was a good chance she was out and about.

The door opened, and a woman about Elyse’s age and wearing a Starbuck’s Coffee uniform looked out. “Yes?”

“Lara Mendonca?”

“Yeah. Who are you?”

Logan tried not to let his sense of relief show as he said, “Logan Harper. You’re a friend of Elyse Myat’s, right?”

She looked at him, warily. “Yeah.”

“I’m a friend of her grandfather. Tooney.”

She continued to stare. “So?”

“Can I ask you a few questions?”

“It’s almost time for me to go to work. What kind of questions?”

“Well, Tooney’s concerned about her. She was supposed to visit him yesterday, but she didn’t show up. And now we can’t find her anywhere.”

The suspicion on her face immediately turned into concern. “Are you serious?”

Logan nodded. “When was the last time you talked to her?”

She looked away in thought. “The night before last. Yesterday she was supposed to go up to…” She looked at Logan again, testing him.

“Cambria,” he said. “To visit her grandfather.”

“Yes.”

“She didn’t make it.”

“Oh, God. Did you check the hospitals? Maybe she was in an accident.”

“We checked. No accident,” he said. “Could I come in for a minute? Might be easier than talking out here.”

She hesitated only a second, then nodded, and moved to the side so he could enter.

Unlike Ryan’s apartment, Lara’s place was furnished in a much more finished, post-college style—real paintings on the walls, furniture that didn’t look twenty years old, and no smell of stale pizza.

As soon as they were seated in the living room, he asked, “What was her mood like when you last talked?”

“Mood? Uh, fine, I think,” she said. “She was looking forward to getting out of town.”

“Any clue that she might have been thinking about going some place else?”

“Not that I can remember.”

“Any problems with her boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?”

“Aaron Hughes.”

She snorted a laugh. “Aaron’s not her boyfriend. Who told you that?”

“Angie.”

Her laugh this time was even louder than the first. “I don’t think Elyse would ever talk to Angie about her love life. She and Aaron went out once, I think, but that was it. She thinks he’s kind of odd, and not in a good, Jesse Eisenberg kind of way. Elyse does sometimes spend the night
here
. Maybe that’s what Angie was thinking.”

That pretty much confirmed what Logan already suspected. Aaron was not Elyse’s boyfriend, and Angie was not trustworthy. “How long have you known Elyse?”

“Three years this coming summer. We started school together.”

He looked around the room. “You live here alone?”

“Why?” she asked, her guard coming back up.

“Sorry,” Logan said quickly. “Just curious. That’s all. You don’t have to tell me.”

She allowed herself to relax a little. “My sister. We share this place. She’s a CPA.”

He smiled. “I was wondering how you could afford to furnish your place like this on a student salary. It’s certainly nothing like Ryan’s apartment.”

She gave him an odd look. “Ryan?”

“Elyse’s neighbor?” he said. “That’s where Angie was when I went by last night.”

She shook her head and shrugged. “I guess I’ve never met him, but we don’t really hang out much over there. Not since Angie showed up, anyway.”

“How long has she been there?”

“She moved in over winter break. Three months now, I guess.”

Only three months?

“Thanks,” he said, feeling the sudden need to have his talk with Angie as soon as possible. “I appreciate you giving me a little time.”

“Hold on,” she said as he started to rise. “You haven’t told me what’s going on. Is she really missing?”

He tried to sound reassuring. “I think her grandfather’s probably being a little over cautious. I’ll bet it turns out she decided to go someplace like Vegas or San Diego on a whim.”

Lara looked less than convinced, but she didn’t argue the point.

Logan wrote his number on a page from his notebook, and gave it to her. “Please call me if you hear from her.”

“Can I use your pen?”

He handed it to her.

She tore the page in half and wrote her info on the blank piece, handing it back to him when she was done. “And you call
me
if you hear from her.”

“I will,” he promised. “One last thing. I understand that Elyse had another friend, a guy named Anthony? Do you know who that is?”

“Sure. Anthony Hudson. We’re all friends.” She was quiet for a moment, then her eyes brightened. “Hey, they were supposed to have dinner the night before last.
He
would have seen her.”