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About THE MISSINGS

Aspen Falls, Colorado.

Secrets.

Secrets within a community.

Secrets within a family.

Detective Chase Waters finds himself working the most interesting case of his career—one that comes closer to home than he could ever imagine.

Are the mutilated bodies of young men and women the result of cult… or commerce?

Early Praise for THE MISSINGS

"A compelling, complex and emotionally connected story! The tension kept building and I couldn't stop reading. Well done!"
— L.J. Sellers, author of the bestselling Detective Jackson series.

"No sophomoric slump here after Ms. Brantley's first successful outing—RED TIDE….Another 'unputdownable'."
— Jack Quick, Reviewer

Praise for RED TIDE

(You can read the first few chapters of RED TIDE at the end of

THE MISSINGS)


For fans of the serial killer genre, RED TIDE is an engaging, well plotted story with characters you won’t forget.
— L.J. Sellers, author of the bestselling Detective Jackson series.


The characters were engaging and as the stakes kept rising, I worried about them as if they were old friends….Brantley manages to cover a lot of ground and gives her characters depth and complexity.”
— Jaden Terrell, author of RACING THE DEVIL and A CUP FULL OF MIDNIGHT


This book will go a long way in introducing Brantley to readers as a force to be reckoned with in the thriller/mystery niche.”
— The Dirty Lowdown, Blogcritics.org


Just enough technical stuff to show Ms. Brantley has done her homework but not enough to take you out of the story….Definitely ‘unputdownable.’—
Jack Quick, Reviewer


The main characters… have a good balance of haunted flaws and gutsy strengths, and the plot involves a lot of danger and risk…”
— Kingdom Books, Mysteries-Classic to Cutting Edge


The text is fast-paced and sharp, which will appeal to thriller readers. Colorado comes through in this story, much as it does in Diane Mott Davidson’s beloved ‘Goldy’ series”
— An Amazon Reviewer


Hard to believe that RED TIDE is Peg Brantley’s first book. The story grabs you from the first page and holds your attention throughout.”
— An Amazon Reviewer


[A] fast-paced, easy read that is well-written and well-researched, with a cracking good story that satisfies on many levels…” —
An Amazon Reviewer


Peg Brantley’s RED TIDE… depicts strained but vital family relationships.”
— Confessions of a Mystery Novelist…

THE MISSINGS

Copyright © 2012 by Peg Brantley

All rights reserved. Except for text references by reviewers, the reproduction of this work in any form is forbidden without permission from the author. Readers who have purchased this book are invited to catalogue, utilize conversion software such as Calibre, or back this work up in any manner that will affored them a more personal reading experience, remembering that the author sweat blood, money, time and tears to make this happen.

ISBN: Electronic Book Text: 978-0-9853638-2-6

Paperback: 978-0-9853638-3-3

Published in the United States of America by Bark Publishing, LLC

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, locations, or events is coincidental or fictionalized.

Edited by Jodie Renner at

http://www.jodierennerediting.com

Cover Design by Patty G. Henderson at Boulevard Photografica,
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Ebook conversion by Liber Writer at
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To George, Love of My Life, you patiently ate dinner

alone while I worked,

or stood ready to help me find the right word…

you are deeply and truly my most important reader.

I hope you like this new story.

And yes, it’s done-done.

THE MISSINGS

by

PEG BRANTLEY

“Recognize yourself

in he and she

who are not like

you and me.”

                             –Carlos Fuentes

Chapter One

Main Street, 400 Block

Wednesday, September 19

Senior Detective Chase Waters pulled his car up to the alley. Crime-scene tape stretched like flexible neon ribbon across the entrance, popping in and out of the light from his headlights. The shadow of the tape bounced against the snow in a sort of bizarre striptease, with falling snowflakes adding a glittering special effect to the surreal setting. Chase hoped the uniforms who confirmed a body in the dumpster hadn’t messed up the scene.

He’d know in a minute.

Chase pulled on latex gloves and cloth booties and climbed out of his car. His evidence bag over a shoulder, camera in hand, he dipped his long frame under the tape. About two inches of fresh snow made him slip, and he wondered if the old rubber-band-over-the-soles trick would have been a wiser move. Only September, and the snowfall held promise of another record Colorado ski season. It didn’t, however, do much for his footing at this hour of the morning, when he could have been lying in his warm bed next to the woman he loved.

The Crime Scene Unit van puffed exhaust at the other end of the alley. A door opened at the end of the CSU vehicle, and he saw Akila move with cautious deliberation down the steps, carefully holding a pan in front of her. The pan billowed steam from its heated contents. Chase thanked the heavens that his case had drawn Akila Copeland from the crime unit. Known by other detectives, district attorneys, and more importantly, judges, as one of the most meticulous Crime Scene Investigators in the area, Akila made him feel a little better about being out here in the early morning hours processing a scene.

“Hey, Chase. We got lucky. The uniforms were careful and approached the dumpster from the sheltered side next to the building. We have a couple of really great footprints in the snow from the alley. Plus some tire tracks.”

“You need any help?”

“I could use your assistance for this last cast. It’s in an awkward place and looks like it’ll be the best one for this set of prints.”

“How many prints?”

“Two distinct sets. If you get their footwear we’ll have some cool evidence.”

“Too bad there isn’t contact information on the sole of every shoe.”

“You mean like an owner’s code? One day, my detective friend, one day. I sort of hope I’m not around to see it, though—too much Big Brother for my taste.” Akila laughed and led him to the far end of the dumpster where a clear footprint was formed in the snow halfway under the metal container.

As the two bent to pour the hot sulfur into the print, Chase worried about the fragile nature of sulfur casts. He knew that, surprisingly, the snow wouldn’t melt when the liquefied sulfur hit it, but the resulting beautifully detailed impressions were like sandstone—one false move and all of the beautiful evidence could crumble into a thousand pieces.

“Don’t worry.” Akila read his mind. “I’ve got plenty of photos from all angles. We’re good to go. There’s just this print in this impossible place I’d really like to capture. And as long as we can keep the casts together, we’ve got perfect 3-D evidence.”

“You must’ve gotten here fast.” Usually Chase had to wait for the CSU van—if it was available at all.

“I just got back into town from Snowmass when the call came in.”

“Snowmass? Did someone lose their platinum ring again?” Last summer a woman vacationing in Snowmass had called demanding every department in the area provide a full effort to find her half-million-dollar platinum ring. That included the CSU van.

“Actually, something completely different demanded our attention tonight—a dog and pony show for the brass and politicos. Some Hollywood production team is in the area to film some mountain scenes and wanted to get an authentic feel for a crime-scene vehicle. Some asshole volunteered me. I figure they needed to show another ‘face’ of our fine mountain community.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. This fine African-American skin of mine is more than just something to hold my brain in. Not only did I get overtime, but I got two offers to test for a walk-on role.”

“All right! Why so late?”

“My shift didn’t end until eleven. And they didn’t want us out there until eleven-thirty. Something about a late dinner and entertainment. Hey, I wasn’t complaining. I can use the money.”

Ten minutes after pouring the sulfur into the impression, the CSI carefully pulled up the cast. She flashed a smile at Chase. “Perfect. I knew this was the best one, but because of its position under the dumpster I couldn’t get all the photo angles I wanted.”

Time for the body. Chase worked to move his mind toward a professional and pragmatic place. It was important to work toward justice for each victim, and while observing a body whose life had been taken by force made him angry and depressed, he needed to trump those emotions. He needed to let the dead body begin to tell its story.

He cranked his neck. “Did you get photos of the DB?”

“Yeah, but you’ll want to get your own. Jax is on her way.”

“Great.” They were lucky to have a medical examiner as good as Jacqueline Taylor based right here in Aspen Falls.

“Anything interesting?” Chase asked, as he moved toward the dumpster with his camera.

Akila stopped and looked directly at him, her expression somber. “You have no idea.”

Chapter Two

Main Street, 400 Block

Wednesday, September 19

Chase shook off the creepy-crawlies Akila’s words carved into the night. They’d worked a lot of cases together, and for her to tell him he had no idea what to expect didn’t bode well.

He directed his flashlight into the dumpster. At first he wasn’t able to spot the body. The Pearls of the Ocean Chinese Restaurant had enjoyed a busy Tuesday night. They were supposed to bag their garbage but it looked like the kitchen help must have been in a hurry and just dumped everything. Then he saw it. The carved-up and mutilated corpse lay in bizarre repose among the detritus of bok choy and egg foo young. Chase fought a wave of nausea and wondered if he’d ever be able to enjoy Chinese food again.

At first glance, the body looked like a badly carved-up side of beef. Huge, vacuous, gaping holes were where he might have expected critical wounds, if not solid pieces of intact flesh. The body cavity was laid open from the groin to the neck. Skin hung loosely around broken and missing ribs. Chase stepped away from the dumpster and fought to keep his professional composure.

Akila was watching him. “Don’t feel bad. If you think you’re going to hurl, you can add yours to mine—around the corner. Just get there in time. I don’t need your reaction to mix with whatever evidence might still be here for me to uncover.”

Chase swallowed, took a breath and looked around. The clear places in the snow. Only those few prints—tire prints in the alley, shoe prints around the dumping place. The obvious lack of blood evidence. There hadn’t been a struggle—not here.
“This isn’t the scene of the crime.”

Akila shook her head. “Nope.”

Chase leaned deeper into the trash container while speaking into his cell phone recorder app. Later, he’d be able to make sure he didn’t miss any details in his notes. “Male. Nude. No clothing in evidence. No visible identifying scars or tattoos. Most of his upper torso has been cut out. Looks surgical, not like some animal. A knife did this. Someone who knew what they were doing.” He made the comments more for himself. The CSI would have already seen everything.

“His face is intact. Young. Looks Hispanic, or some kind of Latino origin.” Chase thought about the relatively large undocumented population of illegal Mexicans living in Aspen Falls. He also thought about his other new case. A Hispanic male—no ID—found on a hiking trail. The kid hadn’t been carved up like this one, so other than sex, age and race, there didn’t appear to be a connection. No information, regardless of the queries he’d put out there, had come in. They were still waiting on autopsy results.

A hand shoved him gently away. He turned to see Jax Taylor. “Hey, Chase. Let me get to my body, will ya? I’m dead on my feet and I don’t need you taking up one more second of the sleep I’m gonna get back to when this night—strike that, early morning—is over.” She held a pen and a notepad in one hand and carried a flashlight in the other. A camera hung around her neck.

The medical examiner looked into the dumpster and uttered something Chase couldn’t quite make out. But he understood exactly what Jacqueline Taylor had said.

She turned to Chase. “Without a liver—or much else, for that matter—TOD is gonna be a problem.”

This case had just begun and already it was going downhill.

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