The women at their desks were all in uniform — a rare phenomenon in this day and age. The men wore suits, presumably from their own wardrobes as they were all different. The women outnumbered the men by a ratio of around six to four.
I wonder what sort of company it is? Saeko wondered, using her fingers to push the blinds apart for a better view. As she did, she lost her balance momentarily and reached out towards the window to keep herself from falling. The crunching sound the vinyl blinds made under her hand coincided with Hashiba’s voice.
“Perhaps the disappearances are signaling some sort of change in the earth’s crust.”
Saeko pulled her hand back from the blinds and straightened up. After her recent earthquake injury, the threat of changes to the earth’s crust held very real connotations for her. But where did he get the idea that the disappearances were a signal?
Kitazawa too seemed startled by the pronouncement. His coffee cup hovered in space on its way to his mouth.
“You know how animals vanish in flocks right before some unusual natural phenomenon occurs? Like lemmings leaping into the sea before an avalanche.”
Hashiba seemed to be drawing a connection between the predictive abilities of animals and the group disappearances of human beings.
Saeko remembered clearly how a flock of crows on the power lines outside had taken wing all at once just before the earthquake in Takato, and how all of the dogs in the neighborhood had begun howling in chorus.
Kitazawa showed no indication of laughing off Hashiba’s idea. Instead, he quietly moved his mouse again, bringing up a different map on his computer monitor. It was another relief map, complete with geological and tectonic markings, this time of the West Coast of the United States, with San Francisco and Los Angeles positioned towards the center.
“Everything I’ve told you so far pertained to just Japan. I don’t know how he did it, but Toshiya also gathered some information on disappearances overseas. After all, we need more examples to solve the question of whether our findings in Japan were pure coincidence. He entered data from a few dozen overseas missing persons cases into the computer. I’m sure you could read through all of it pretty quickly if you wanted to. Of those cases, there was one that I found particularly interesting.” Kitazawa looked down at the document in his hand and continued slowly. “The disappearance is thought to have taken place on September 25th of last year. Twelve days after the incident in Itoigawa, another group of people vanished in California. From their cars, not their homes. Two cars, right out in the middle of the desert. The vehicles were discovered near the bed of a small lake called Soda Lake, due west of Bakersfield, northwest of Los Angeles, California.
“The cars were discovered empty on September 26th, but it was evident that their inhabitants had disappeared the previous evening. The vehicles were pulled over on opposite sides of Seven Mile Road, an unpaved highway. The Ford was a rental car taken out by Hans and Claudia Ziemssen, a young couple from Frankfurt who had come to the U.S. on vacation. That day, they had landed at the Los Angeles International Airport, rented the Ford, and set out on a desert excursion. The other car was a Pontiac belonging to the Simpson family from Taft, California, comprising Mr. and Mrs. Simpson and their young child. The Simpsons had left home that day at around 1 p.m., supposedly to travel to San Luis Obispo. Now, at what time did the two cars cross paths? Based on the record of when Hans Ziemssen left the car rental lot, we can assume it was early evening. But the next day, when the two cars were found, they were both empty. The passengers had vanished, leaving behind only the vehicles and their belongings. This was in the middle of the desert, remember. Naturally, the authorities conducted an exhaustive search of the area within walking distance but found no sign of the missing people. Of course, they could have been abducted in a separate vehicle, but there were no indications of any kind of struggle.”
It was just like the domestic case, except for the fact that cars took the place of a home. A total of five people had vanished from the two vehicles. Perhaps they had suffered the same fate as the missing persons in Itoigawa and Takato.
Saeko, Hashiba, and Kitazawa slowly digested this new information.
“We know the exact location where the vehicles were found.” As Kitazawa spoke, he zoomed in on the map on his screen. The ocean disappeared from view as he zeroed in on an area roughly 130 miles northwest of Los Angeles, an empty wasteland between Route 58 and Route 166. The relief map afforded an excellent 3D view of the terrain. “Here,” Kitazawa pointed to a spot just a few miles north of Soda Lake, just after the turnoff onto Seven Mile Road from Route 58.
Saeko and Hashiba peered intently into the monitor. A black line intersected the exact spot where the five people had vanished from the two cars. It was a crooked, meandering line that snaked awkwardly this way and that. It wasn’t a road or a state border, so it had to represent some sort of subterranean geographic feature.
Saeko’s gaze traveled south down the black line until she suddenly encountered some English lettering. San Andreas Fault.
“It’s a fault line,” Kitazawa translated, indicating the jagged black line.
“Not again …” Hashiba murmured.
“The San Andreas Fault is a transform fault that marks the boundary between the Pacific Plate and North American Plate, and the cause of the earthquakes that frequently affect the San Francisco and Los Angeles areas. It’s an extremely active fault line. The empty cars were basically right on top of it when their inhabitants disappeared at roughly the same time. ‘Not again’ is right, Hashiba.”
Hashiba pointed at the display and seemed about to speak, but Kitazawa didn’t give him a chance.
“That’s not all. On October 22nd of that same year, just twenty-seven days after the disappearances on Seven Mile Road, another group of people vanished from a site 360 kilometers to the north.”
Kitazawa scrolled north on the map. Now the monitor showed an area just south of San Francisco, with a small lake in the center of the screen. Kitazawa’s account of the disappearances at Merced Lake on October 22, 2011 almost made it sound as if he’d been there himself.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
The first person to feel a stab of concern that evening was Mary, the mother of one of the missing teenagers.
On Saturday morning, Christine had gone out to do some landscape painting with the painting club at her school. As evening approached and Christine still hadn’t returned, Mary didn’t worry initially since the group had been accompanied by an art teacher from the school. But at seven o’clock she began to grow concerned and decided to check in with the chaperone. Christine had never been late coming home before.
The teacher’s husband answered the call. They were newlyweds, and he too had been anxiously awaiting his new bride’s return. The husband began to worry when he heard the concern in Mary’s voice and immediately called his wife’s cell phone number, but no matter how many times he tried, it went straight to voicemail.
Now Mary was really worried. She called the homes of the other two students and spoke with their families, only to learn that none of them had returned home yet.
The three girls had been members of the Richmond Junior High art club and had set out with their art teacher to work on landscape painting. They were all responsible students and had always been home by 6:30 for dinner. The teacher, for her part, had promised her husband that she would return by six that evening to make dinner.
When eight o’clock rolled around, Mary began to call around to other schoolmates of Christine’s to see if anyone knew where she was. Nobody had any answers. As nine o’clock approached, the families began to worry that the group might have been involved in some sort of accident or crime.