it. The leopard whirled and ran toward deeper grass, just as another vehicle came along the road. The Land Cruiser swerved, did a U-turn and stopped almost in the center of the road. Bob Carson, the photographer, got out of the driver’s side, a camera slung around his neck. He peered into the brush where the leopard had just been. Remy dropped to earth and began a slow, almost freeze-frame crawl away from danger just as Gage drove up in the patrol car.
Cooper and his friends began swearing. Carson continued to block the road, looking no doubt for Remy. Remy kept moving away from the group, but so slowly and stealthily that he could hear Gage’s drawling sarcasm.
“What the hell are you doin’, Cooper? You and the boys drink yourselves sick and then get behind the wheel of your truck and drive that way?”
“You don’ see us drivin’,” Cooper objected, his voice slurred, but belligerent. “We’re just out here mindin’ our own business and you can just do the same.”
Gage turned his head slowly to look at Bob Carson. “What are you doin’ blockin’ traffic? Have you been drinkin’ with them?”
“I just saw a . . . leopard. I think it was a leopard.”
The three men standing by the truck suddenly looked sober, casting wary glances around them. “You saw the Rougarou,” Cooper said in a low, frightened tone. “Here?”
Carson frowned. “What’s a Rougarou?”
“He’ll tear you apart and leave no blood left in your body,” Cooper said.
“Local legend,” Gage said, walking around the truck to the hood. He lifted it and stuck his head inside, rooting around. “Most of the time when we get calls it’s nothing but a normal break-in, but once in a while, we find bodies torn apart and not a drop of blood left in them.” Satisfaction colored his tone. He held up his hand, wires bunched and hanging. “You can collect these at the office, Coop. You’re not drivin’ drunk.”
“You can’t just leave us for the Rougarou to kill,” Cooper protested.
“Maybe you can talk this guy”—Gage sent his thumb in Carson’s direction—“into givin’ you a ride. Offer him money, or I’ll call you a cab. A cab comin’ all the way out here to collect your sorry asses won’t be much money for you at all.”
The slight breeze shifted just a little, a playful gust swirled leaves and grasses into the air and just as quickly subsided. The leopard whirled around, almost forgetting it needed to stay low and out of sight. A stench filled his lungs. He knew that scent. Recognized it. But which man? He wasn’t close enough. Hopefully Gage was and could separate the individual scents of the four men. The leopard snarled and continued his journey to find his mate.
9
“ARNAUD, you’re goin’ to kill yourself. You have to stop,” Bijou pleaded. “That root system isn’t goin’ to hold. You’ve climbed to it three times and every time the bank crumbles. You nearly ended up in the bayou twice. Please come down.”
Not to mention the dirt and rocks pouring down on top of her. She didn’t want to think about what would happen if he fell. She’d managed to keep him on the narrow ledge the last time he’d come plummeting down, but she’d wrenched her shoulder and nearly hadn’t held him safe. It was a nightmare. The sun was thinking about sinking, and no one had come along to investigate. Maybe her car had been stolen and there was no evidence they were even there.
“No worries.” As usual, Arnaud’s voice was mild, no panic. “We can’t just sit out here all night. We’ve waited for someone to come along, but no one has. This has to be done.” There was absolute conviction—and resolution—in his voice.
The man wasn’t human. She was panicking—trying not to—but she couldn’t figure out what to do next. Clearly climbing to the top was not feasible, even with the rope and equipment and Arnaud’s excellent climbing abilities. Every foot- and toehold he found disintegrated beneath him. Mini avalanches trickled dirt continually and if he moved, more fell along with rocks. The root he had clipped his carabiner to slowly inched outward, as if that too would fall, and with it the small tree leaning over the embankment. The SUV must have grazed the tree as it tumbled over, and now that too was precarious.
Even as she thought it, with a horrible roaring sound, the tree tipped over in what looked like slow motion. Dirt and debris pounded down