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This book is dedicated to families with missing loved ones.
I can’t begin to understand how you feel.
I pray that you ultimately find healing and peace.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
I heard that confession is good for the soul, but bad for the reputation. Yet, I am going to share something with you that may not necessarily win me any cool points. When it came to writing the acknowledgments for this book, I dreaded doing so. Not because I don’t want to thank people. Rather, because I put a lot of time (i.e. months) into the acknowledgments for Wages of Sin and I thought, “Yolonda, how are you going to top that?” I know some authors copy and paste acknowledgments from book to book, but I didn’t want to do it that way. (I’m not knocking the technique. I may very well have to use it in the near future—maybe even for the next book. If I do, don’t y’all hold it against me!)
After stressing about the acknowledgments, I had a good long talk with myself. (Yes, literally. Don’t worry; I’m okay. No medication is needed. ) I realized that I was making this process more difficult than it needed to be. I don’t have to “top” anything as it’s not about making the acknowledgments of subsequent books better than the previous ones. It’s about thanking people from the bottom of my heart for the role they play in my life and/or their specific contributions to this finished product.
To David Sanders (hubby), Tre (son), Tia (daughter), Wilene (mother), Eddie (father), Janice (mother-in-law), Teresa (friend and Yo Pro team member), Jenn (friend), Regina (favorite officer, friend, and a fabulous promoter of my work), Nancy (business mentor and friend), Angie (friend and possibly # 1 fan lol), Sara (agent), Stephen (Sara’s son), everyone at Simon and Schuster (publisher), my family at Strebor Books (imprint), cousins, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, in-laws, friends, my hometown supporters in Sandusky and Columbus, churches that have directly impacted my life (Ebenezer, Providence, First Church, and New Hope), Anthony and Nichole Redic (my pastor and his wife), my entire church family at Family Fellowship, Pastor Kenneth Moore at New Birth (an all-around awesome person), Joy Reyes (Director of The Columbus Literacy Council on which I serve as a board member), Twitter followers, Facebook fans, Yo Notes members, my students, book clubs, book stores, and you (the reader)—thank you all for EVERYTHING! You are very much appreciated and your support makes a world of difference.
To Bernard Ash of Ash Investigations in Houston, Texas, thank you for responding to my email and indulging me in a phone conversation to answer my questions about P.I. techniques. Our fifteen minute talk gave me the confidence I needed to go forward with the creation of B.K. Ashburn whom I hope will make you proud.
To B.K. Walker, thank you for the use of your initials in creating my private detective. Also, I appreciate your help in promoting my books. I really appreciate your work ethic and integrity.
To anyone who feels that he/she has been overlooked, if you truly know me, you know that it was not intentional and I sincerely ask for your forgiveness.
I have saved the very best for last. To Jesus, the One who knows me better than I know myself. Thank You for being the ultimate sacrifice on the final Day of Atonement. Without You, my entire life would be in vain.
Much Love and Many Blessings,
Yolonda
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Prologue
August, 1982—Houston, Texas
“I’m tellin’ Mama that y’all won’t let me play,” whined eight-year-old Elana, running out the room.
Eleven-year-olds Troy and his best friend, Elvin, had been perched on the olive-green living room carpet since yesterday afternoon, glued to the TV and playing the Atari Elvin had gotten for his birthday.
“Aw, man!” Troy’s ship got hit by one of the flying saucers on the Asteroids game they were playing. “I almost had it!” He was relieved to have handed the controller to Elvin only moments before Miss Lilly walked into the room wearing plaid shorts and a light-blue shirt. Her short, dark Jheri-curled hair framed perfectly around her light complexion. Troy thought she was pretty despite the gobs of makeup she sometimes wore to cover her bruises.
“Boys, I told you to let Elana play.” Her voice was more pleading than it was direct.
“We did,” claimed Elvin.
“Nuh-uh. They each keep gettin’ like three and four turns and only givin’ me one.”
Miss Lilly sighed. “I have to run out for a little while and I need to trust that you boys will look after Elana.”
“Can she please go with you, Mama?”
“I don’t wanna stay here!” Elana violently shook her head in protest, causing her pigtails to flop noisily.
“No, she can’t. I need to go find your father.”
Elvin’s bright-yellow skin turned red and he scowled. Mr. Herbert, the man Miss Lilly was referring to, was actually Elvin’s stepfather. He and Miss Lilly married last summer and already things were rough. Mr. Herbert was the second stepfather Elvin and Elana had had within the three years that Troy had known them and he was basically a carbon copy of the first. Actually, Mr. Herbert was worse than their first stepfather, Mr. Jeff, who was at least nice. Both Elana and Elvin liked Mr. Jeff. He was an officer who sometimes patrolled the area, and still stopped by occasionally to surprise Elvin and Elana on joy rides in his car. Troy, too, whenever he was around. Mr. Jeff had hit Miss Lilly, but that’s not the reason they got divorced. Miss Lilly had told Troy’s mom that Mr. Jeff wasn’t meeting her physical needs. Yuck! Grownups really should watch what they say when children are around!
Mr. Jeff and Miss Lilly were still friends, but now Mr. Herbert was apparently meeting her needs. He hit her a lot more, too, and he was also mean. Mr. Jeff had been kind enough to call Elvin yesterday to wish him a happy birthday. Mr. Herbert lived in the same house and hadn’t yet done that. Miss Lilly’s attempts to force a loving relationship between Mr. Herbert and her children were not working. “Your husband is not my father,” was Elvin’s reply to her statement. His tone was cold, but respectful. Troy had never seen Elvin’s real dad. He thought he would get a chance last night, but Mr. Campbell did not show up as he’d promised.
Miss Lilly looked like she wanted to say something in Mr. Herbert’s defense, but changed her mind. Instead, she turned to Elana. “Honey, why don’t you play with your baby doll or go outside until I get back? I promise I won’t be long.”
“It’s hot outside and they are gonna be mean to me. Elvin’s always meaner when Troy’s around. Plus, they won’t let me play.”
“Troy will be leaving soon, so let the two of them play for now, then you can play with Elvin after Troy leaves, okay?”
“I still don’t wanna stay here.” She wrapped her tiny arms around her mother’s hips. Her skin had more color to it than her brother’s and mother’s, but she was still considered light-skinned, especially compared to Troy who had a very dark complexion. “They’re gonna be mean,” Elana moaned.
“No, they won’t.” Miss Lilly gently pushed her away and knelt down, holding Elana by the shoulders. “Do as I said and leave them be. If you stay and be good, I promise to bring you something back.”
“A push pop?” Her voice lightened.
“Sure, I need to stop and get a few things from the store anyhow. I’ll
bring push pops for everyone if y’all promise to behave and get along while I’m gone. I shouldn’t be more than an hour.”
The solution seemed satisfying enough to Elana who plopped down on the couch behind Elvin and Troy. Within minutes, Miss Lilly was headed out the front door. “Troy, I’m not sure I’ll be back before your mom gets here. If not, I promise to make them save your push pop until the next time you come over.”
“Okay.” He wasn’t going to cry if he missed out. It wasn’t that big of a deal.
“I’ll be back soon. Y’all behave. You boys really should take a break and eat breakfast. There’s grits and bacon on the stove,” she said before leaving.
Both Elvin and Troy were too engrossed in Atari to attend to their growling stomachs. They continued taking turns while Elana sat on the couch playing with her Strawberry Shortcake doll and giving them evil glares. When the telephone rang, she tried convincing Elvin to answer it so she could take his place. She and Elvin argued about who should answer the phone even after it had stopped ringing.
Elana never got another turn, but things were peaceful for a short while until she got bored with her doll and leaned her head in the middle of them and began singing “Ebony and Ivory” in a really loud and obnoxious tone.
“Shut up!” Elvin nudged her with his elbow. Troy tried scooting over. He had a four-year-old little sister who wasn’t quite as good at getting on his nerves the way Elana did. Would this be what he had to look forward to when Tracy got older?
“Come on, y’all. Let’s pretend we’re on Soul Train.” She got right in front of the television and continued her serenade. “Ebony, Ivory, living in perfect harmony. Ebony—”
“Move!”
“I wanna play Soul Train!”
“That song hasn’t even been on Soul Train yet, stupid. Dang!” Elvin’s ship had gotten hit and he angrily tossed the controller to Troy. “See what you did? Get out the way!”
Satisfied that she’d at least ruined her brother’s turn, Elana went back to the couch. “Imma tell Mama you cursed.”
“Shut up, stupid. I did not. I said ‘dang.’ ”
“Imma tell her you called me names, too.”
“I don’t care, you brat.” Elvin hurled a pillow at her. “Go upstairs or outside like she told you.”
Elana stood up to kick him, but he dodged out of the way of her foot and it ended up connecting with Troy’s rib instead.
“Ow! Keep your feet off of me, you rat brat,” he teased, firing her up even more.
She swung her foot again, but this time Troy grabbed it and she fell. The boys laughed while she started crying. “I’m tellin’ Mama,” she screamed, getting up and swinging her arms and her baby doll at them. The doll’s stringy red hair flung violently.
They knew better than to hit her back. Instead, both grabbed her arms, laughing and taunting.
“Both of y’all are meanies! I’m tellin’ Mama when she gets here. Imma tell her everything you meanies did!” She jerked from their grips and stormed out the front door.
Now that they were rat brat free, Elvin and Troy were able to play the game in peace. They’d gotten so wrapped up in Atari they hadn’t realized that hours had passed until Miss Lilly burst through the door shortly after noon, carrying a small grocery bag. “Troy, you’re still here?” She did not sound surprised. “I can’t believe y’all are still sitting there playing that game.” She looked and sounded more distressed than when she had left.
Troy didn’t miss the slight relief on his friend’s face when Elvin saw that Mr. Herbert wasn’t with his mom. Troy guessed that Elvin hated Mr. Herbert, probably to the same extent, if not more, than Troy did his own father who was an unfaithful and abusive drunk. The boys had never talked about their feelings, but Troy understood. He could tell that Elvin wasn’t pleased seeing the arguing and fighting that occurred between his mom and Mr. Herbert. It was the same scenario that Troy often witnessed in his household. Troy didn’t understand grownups or their crazy relationships. At a young age, he’d already decided that marriage is something he’d never do. The stress of it didn’t make sense.
“Where’s Elana?”
“Outside,” answered Elvin.
“I didn’t see her. She’s probably around the corner. Turn off the game and get the rest of the bags out the car, then go get her. Yes, I bought push pops,” she said before Elvin could speak as she rushed through to the kitchen, “but y’all need to eat and clean up first.”
The boys didn’t move until they heard her yell “Now!” along with clanging pots around the kitchen. Not willing to experience her wrath from their disobedience, they grudgingly turned off the game and did as instructed.
After getting the groceries, Elvin and Troy went to find Elana. They’d knocked on the doors of all of her friends’ houses and by the time they had circled the block, there was still no sign of her. “I bet she’s at home with Mama by now.”
More consciously aware of hunger pangs, they’d decided to run back, challenging each other in a race. “I beat you,” gloated Troy.
“No you didn’t. It was a tie.”
“Whatever; you always say that when you lose.”
Thirsty, they went into the kitchen for water.
“Where’s Elana?”
“We couldn’t find her. I thought she might be here by now,” Elvin explained.
“Well, she’s not. Did you see if she was over Salome’s?”
“Yes. We went everywhere. She’s probably hiding to get us in trouble.”
“In trouble about what?”
Troy was glad that Elvin had been doing all the talking. Elvin explained to Miss Lilly how Elana got in front of the TV and was trying to kick them. He left out the fact that they called her names, of course.
Miss Lilly seemed both irritated and concerned. “I’ll find her myself. Stay here and turn off the pot if it starts boiling. Don’t get back on that game either. Y’all are not playing again until this house is clean.”
Still tired from the race that he was sure he’d won, Troy plopped down in one of the kitchen chairs while Elvin stared at the stove. Nerves had settled into the both of them as they heard Miss Lilly yelling for Elana until her voice faded. Troy hadn’t been ready to go earlier, but now he wished his mom would come. Maybe Elana was hiding like Elvin said and was waiting for Troy to leave.
Salome’s mom was the first to come by to see if Elana had come home. She left immediately when Troy’s mom and little sister finally arrived, which was probably best given the circumstances. Troy knew that his mom did not care for Salome’s mom. He’d overheard her and Miss Lilly make comments about Salome’s mom many times as the two of them suspected that the lady was sleeping with Troy’s father after Miss Lilly saw him coming from Salome’s house on several occasions. By the time Troy’s mom came, whatever feelings she had toward Salome’s mom had been put aside as she tried consoling a now frantic Miss Lilly. His mom waited with Miss Lilly for the police while Troy and Elvin went back out to look for Elana, along with several neighbors, relatives, and friends who had joined the search efforts. There was no luck. Hours turned into days and soon it became clear that eight-year-old Elana Campbell disappeared without a trace, never to be seen again.
Chapter 1: The Killing Fields
Thirty years later—Columbus, Ohio
Detective Troy Evans sat in the basement of his large two-story home enjoying the solitude of a nice, quiet Friday evening. He normally didn’t get many Friday nights to himself thanks to his rambunctious three-and-a-half-year-old son and his six-months’ pregnant wife who, when back pains and stomach cramps kicked in, often reminded him that he was the one responsible for her current condition. They were expecting twins—a responsibility that Troy wasn’t sure he was prepared to handle, though he had wanted more children. Natalie was out Christmas shopping with one of her friends and Nate was staying overnight with his big sister, Corrine, Natalie’s daughter, whom she’d had as a teen. Corrine usually got Nate at least
once a month on the weekends. Troy and Natalie often tried to take advantage of those moments by doing something together, but Troy wasn’t mad about things working out differently tonight. He’d gone to the gym, showered, and for several hours now, he’d had the house to himself—nothing but pizza, basketball, and peace.
Kevin Durant was going up for a shot when Elvin’s call came through. “Yes!” Troy screamed as he answered his cell. “What’s up, El? Man, I hope you’re watching the game. Durrant just had a swuh-eet shot in Kobe’s face.” Troy had not really had a favorite team or player since Jordan and the Bulls. He pretty much rooted for any Texas team, the Heat, and now, maybe Oklahoma City Thunder.
“They found her, Troy! After all these years, they found her!” Elvin sounded both frenzied and joyful as he ranted the words repeatedly.
Troy didn’t need to ask questions. There was only one her Elvin could mean. “Elana,” he whispered. The knot in his throat prevented him from speaking any louder and he felt like he had been hypnotized. Though he stared at the screen and saw the crowd going wild, Troy didn’t have any real comprehension of what else had taken place. He was in a trance. He saw, but didn’t see; heard, but couldn’t hear. He cleared his throat, hoping to speak with more force. “How is she?”
“Mama has been waiting so long for this day. We all have.” It was difficult to make out some of his words through his sobs, but Troy heard the last words very clearly. “I have always wondered if we had let her play that stupid game if any of this would have ever happened.”
Those words stung. Troy had always felt the same. For several months after Elana went missing, neither he nor Elvin played the Atari much. It wasn’t until years later when the first Nintendo was released that Troy would consider himself actually becoming a “gamer.” Even then, whenever his baby sister wanted to play, he made allowance for her to do so, fearing she’d get mad, run off, and disappear. Deep down, Troy knew that had it not been the Atari, there would have been something else that he and Elvin were arguing about with Elana. That’s the way things went when they were together. It wasn’t the Atari’s fault. It had been his…theirs. After he and Elvin began playing video games together again, neither talked about what had happened that day. It was a silent understanding; an unspoken guilt that would bond them forever.
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