in wilderness luxury.
Metwater noticed the direction of Ryan’s gaze. “I left a life of privilege to find a better way,” he said. “The fact that my message resonates with so many people should tell you I preach the truth.”
Plenty of charlatans and con artists managed to charm untold number of hapless victims. Until Ryan saw evidence to the contrary, he would assume Metwater fell into that camp.
“Mr. Metwater does speak the truth, at least about his background.”
Ryan turned toward the new voice that had addressed them. “Hello officers, Jana,” Eric Patterson said. “I was wondering when you would get around to showing up here.”
* * *
“WHAT ARE YOU doing here?” Jana stared at the reporter. Had he decided to investigate Jenny’s disappearance on his own? Or was her sister’s supposed fiancé a member of Metwater’s group?
“I invited him,” Daniel Metwater said. “Eric is my special guest.”
Eric’s smile echoed Metwater’s own. Jana thought they looked like two politicians posing for a photo op, their grins too large and not quite reaching their eyes. “I’m writing a profile of the Prophet for my paper,” the reporter said. “We’re privileged to have a figure of such national interest living in our area.”
Jana glanced at Metwater. Was he really of national interest? She had certainly never heard of him, but then, she wasn’t searching for meaning in her life or lost with nowhere to go, or any of the other things Ryan had said attracted people to this remote camp. And neither was Jenny.
Maybe one of Jenny’s friends had told her about Metwater, and she had been reading his blog out of curiosity. Jenny was always interested in new things, but that didn’t mean she had decided to follow this false prophet into the wilderness.
“I thought you avoided mixing with the outside world,” Ryan said. “Or don’t newspapers count?”
“It’s another way to spread his message,” Eric said before Metwater could answer.
“I guess it’s another way to solicit financial contributions, too.” Ryan’s eyes met Jana’s, as if they shared an inside joke, and a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She did feel as if she and this cop were allies, that she wasn’t alone in her longing to have Jenny returned to her safely.
“Cynics like you scoff, but I could tell you a dozen stories of people whose lives have been changed by my message,” Metwater said.
“And I want to hear all of them,” Eric said.
“Mr. Patterson,” Jana began.
“Please, call me Eric,” he said. “After all, we’re practically related.”
Jana clenched her teeth to keep from telling him they were definitely not related. She couldn’t understand what Jenny saw in this man, but until her sister could confide in her, better to hold her tongue. “Did you know Jenny followed Mr. Metwater’s blog?” she asked.
“Of course,” he said. “Her interest in the Prophet led me to pitch his story to my editor.” He turned to Metwater. “I’m only sorry my fiancée isn’t here to meet you. She is a great admirer of yours.”
“The loss is mine,” Metwater said.
“You’re sure Jenny never came here on her own or with you?” Ethan asked.
“I’m positive,” Eric said. “We planned to come here together.”
“Maybe she got curious, and knowing Metwater and his followers were camped so close, she decided to check things out on her own,” Ryan said.
“I already told you, she hasn’t been here,” Metwater said.
“You told us the same thing about Lucia Raton,” Ethan said. “Then we found out later she had been to see you.”
Metwater pressed his lips together, but said nothing more.
“Jenny wouldn’t have come here without me,” Eric said. “We had planned to go together and she wouldn’t dishonor those plans.”
“What does honor have to do with it?” Jana asked, unable to contain her exasperation. “If Jenny wanted to do something, she did it. She didn’t need your permission.”
“Since you don’t live here and aren’t a part of Jenny’s everyday life, you don’t understand how close the two of us are,” Eric said. “She wanted to share new experiences with me. When you truly love someone, doing things without them isn’t as satisfying.”
His patronizing tone set her teeth on edge. “Since when does getting engaged to someone mean you’re joined at the hip?” she muttered.
“Now that we’ve established that you’re wasting your time questioning me or my followers, I have an interview to conduct.” Metwater put a hand on Eric’s shoulder.
“We haven’t established anything,” Ryan said. But Metwater and Eric had already turned away.
Ryan started toward the pair, but Ethan stopped him. “We’ll get back to those two later. In the meantime, let’s talk to a few of the faithful.” He nodded to Jana. “Mingle with the women and see what you can find out. Even if these people didn’t have anything to do with your sister’s disappearance, they might have seen or heard something.”
“All right.”
The two officers moved away, leaving her standing by herself. She tried to ignore the nervous flutter in her stomach and headed toward a group of women who stood in front of a large white tent near the motor home. At her approach, they all turned as if to retreat into the tent. “Please, don’t leave,” she called out. “I’m not a police officer. I just want to talk to you.”
“You’re with the police.” A severe-looking woman with curly brown hair addressed her in a scolding tone. “You want to hassle us, the way they always do.”
“I don’t want to hassle anyone,” Jana said. “I’m only trying to find my sister.” She turned her phone toward them to show a recent photograph she had taken of Jenny, who was smiling broadly and looked so young and happy and alive. It didn’t seem real that she could have simply vanished.
“We don’t know her,” the pregnant blonde who had been with Metwater when Jana and the others had arrived in camp said, not unkindly. “We can’t help you.”
“The archaeological dig where she worked is very close to here,” Jana said. “Did you know anyone else from there?”
The women exchanged glances. “We didn’t know anyone,” the oldest of the trio, with white-blond hair and pale eyes said.
“But you know something about them you’re not telling me,” Jana said. She hadn’t missed the significance of the look between them.
“We visited them a few times,” the pretty blonde said. “They showed us some of the pottery shards and other artifacts they found.”
“Who showed you?”
