Three weeks before Camille's due date, Marcus “Mack” Alexander was knee-deep in preparing for fatherhood. He and Camille had everything planned: nursery ready, baby clothes folded neatly, and even a new set of tires on the car for late-night hospital runs. But life had a way of throwing curveballs when you least expected it.
It was a late afternoon when Mack’s phone buzzed. He was sitting in the living room of their apartment in Gulfport, reading through some old case files while Camille was making dinner. She was only three weeks away from giving birth, and they both tried to keep things as normal as possible. But Mack couldn’t help the anxiety creeping in. Was he ready to be a father? Was he ready for the changes to come?
He glanced at the phone, expecting it to be Camille. But it was an unknown number.
“Mack Alexander,” he answered, his voice calm, though his mind was elsewhere.
“Mack, it’s Detective Harris in New Orleans,” the voice on the other end said. "You probably don’t remember me, but I called you a few years ago about a cold case you helped us with. I need your help again."
Mack’s pulse quickened. He had worked plenty of cases in New Orleans—some he preferred to forget, others he couldn’t. But cold cases were different. They were like ghosts, lingering in the background until something—or someone—brought them back to life.
“I remember you, Harris. What’s going on?” Mack asked, already mentally bracing himself for what was to come.
“There’s been a break in the case. The one from five years ago. The woman, Vanessa Bellamy. We’ve found new evidence, and we need you to come down here and take another look,” Harris said. “We’re close, Mack. This could be it.”
Mack leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. Vanessa Bellamy had been a missing person. She had disappeared under mysterious circumstances, and after months of dead ends, the case had gone cold. Mack had helped out briefly—talked to a few witnesses, followed some leads—but the trail had gone cold fast. Now, five years later, it was suddenly hot again.
“I’m two weeks away from becoming a father, Harris,” Mack said, the weight of his words settling in. “I’m not sure I can get away right now.”
There was a brief pause on the other end. “I get it, Mack. But this is big. We need you. If this case breaks the way we think it will, you could help us solve a whole series of disappearances that have been happening for years.”
Mack felt the familiar pull of duty—the feeling that he couldn’t walk away, no matter how much he wanted to. Camille was almost due, and he didn’t want to miss the birth of his child. But a part of him knew that if he didn’t take this case, it would haunt him.
“I’ll talk to Camille. But I’m going to need your word that this won’t drag on long.”
“I promise, Mack. We just need you for a few days. We’ll keep it quick,” Harris said, the urgency clear in his voice.
After a quick conversation with Camille, who was supportive but understandably concerned, Mack made the decision to go. He knew this could be his last case before fatherhood, and he didn’t want to leave anything unfinished.
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The drive to New Orleans felt longer than it usually did. Mack was caught in his own thoughts, wondering what he was about to walk into. The city had changed since the last time he was there—new buildings, new faces, but the same gritty undercurrent that had always been present. New Orleans was a place of secrets, and it seemed like every time Mack came back, those secrets seemed to multiply.
He met Detective Harris at the New Orleans Police Department the next morning. Harris was standing near a cold case board filled with old photographs and notes. A few of the files had been crossed out, the cases closed. But there was one file still open: Vanessa Bellamy’s.
“Thanks for coming, Mack,” Harris said, shaking his hand. “We’ve found something. A witness came forward, someone who used to be close to Bellamy. She’s willing to talk.”
Mack raised an eyebrow. “A witness? This case has been cold for five years. What’s changed?”
“We don’t know yet. But we think this witness might know where Vanessa was taken. She says it’s someone close to the family, someone who’s been hiding in plain sight.”
Mack’s gut told him this was bigger than it appeared. The more he dug into it, the more it felt like this case had never been about a single missing woman. There were other disappearances in the city, and the pattern was beginning to emerge—women, mostly from the same neighborhood, vanishing without a trace. If Vanessa Bellamy had been a part of something bigger, Mack needed to get to the bottom of it before more women disappeared.
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The witness, a woman named Alicia Thompson, was waiting for them in a small coffee shop in the Marigny neighborhood. She was in her late thirties, a little jittery, her hands shaking as she clutched her cup of coffee. Mack could see the fear in her eyes.
“Alicia, thank you for agreeing to talk to us,” Mack said, sitting across from her. “We’re trying to find out what happened to Vanessa Bellamy. Can you tell us what you know?”
Alicia glanced around nervously before speaking in a hushed voice. “Vanessa didn’t just disappear, Mack. She was taken. She got mixed up with some bad people. I tried to warn her, but she wouldn’t listen. She thought she was in control, but she wasn’t.”
Mack leaned forward. “Who took her, Alicia? Who’s behind this?”
Alicia swallowed hard, her eyes darting around the room. “It’s someone she trusted. Someone in her family. But that’s not the worst of it. There are more women, Mack. And they’re all connected to one man. A man who’s been pulling the strings from the shadows.”
Mack’s pulse quickened. “Who is he?”
Alicia hesitated for a moment, then whispered, “His name is Terrence Lawson. He’s been running things for years. He’s connected to the underground, to the trafficking rings. Vanessa was just one of many.”
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Mack’s investigation quickly unraveled a larger conspiracy than he could have imagined. Terrence Lawson was a shadowy figure in New Orleans, a man with connections to organized crime and human trafficking rings. As Mack dug deeper, the case expanded into a full-blown investigation, leading him to a warehouse in the industrial district.
It was there, with the help of Harris and a few trusted local officers, that Mack discovered a stash of evidence—documents, photographs, and more women who had been trapped in Lawson’s world of exploitation.
After a tense confrontation, they arrested Lawson and brought him in for questioning. As the case wound down, Mack stood outside the warehouse, the weight of it all hitting him. He had just helped dismantle a trafficking ring that had been operating in plain sight, and he had given some closure to the families of the missing women.
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As Mack drove back to Gulfport, he couldn’t help but think about Camille. The case had been intense, but it was finally over. He was heading home, and soon, he would be a father. It was the last case he’d handle before his world shifted completely.
When he arrived home, Camille was waiting for him, her expression soft but knowing. She reached out, her hand resting on his stomach.
“You’re back,” she said, her voice calm but filled with relief. “How did it go?”
Mack pulled her close, smiling. “It’s over. We got him. And now, we can finally focus on us.”
Camille smiled, her hands gently resting on her baby bump. “Just in time. Our little one could be here any day now.”
Mack grinned, feeling the weight of the world lift from his shoulders. This was it. His new chapter was about to begin.
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