PROLOGUETHE VANISHING
Durban, South Africa, July 25, 1909
They were driving into a void, or so it seemed to Chief Inspector
Robert Swan of the Durban Police Department.
On a moonless night, beneath a sky as dark as India ink,
Swan rode shotgun in the cab of a motortruck as it rumbled
down a dusty track in the countryside north of Durban. The
headlights of the big Packard cast yellow beams of light that
flickered and bounced and did little to brighten the path ahead.
As he stared into the gloom, Swan could see no more than forty
yards of the rutted path at any one time.
How far to this farmhouse?” he asked, turning toward a
thin, wiry man named Morris, who was wedged in next to the
driver.
Morris checked his watch, leaned toward the driver, and
checked the odometer of the truck. After some mental calculations,
he glanced down at the map he held. We should be there
soon, Inspector. No more than ten minutes to go, Id say.”
The chief inspector nodded and grabbed the doorsill as the
bumpy ride continued. The Packard was known as a Three
Ton, the latest from America and one of the first motor vehicles
to be owned by the Durban Police Department. It had
come off the boat with the customized cab and windshield.
Enterprising workmen from the newly formed motor pool had
built a frame to cover the flat bed and stretched canvas over it,
though no one had done anything to make it more comfortable.
As the truck bounced and lurched over the rutted buggy
trail, Swan decided he would rather be on horseback. But what
the big rig lost in comfort it made up for in hauling power. In
addition to Swan, Morris, and the driver, eight constables rode
in back.
Swan leaned on the doorsill and turned to look behind him.
Four sets of headlights followed. Three cars and another Packard.
All told, Swan had nearly a quarter of the Durban police
force riding with him.
Are you sure we need all these men?” Morris asked.
Perhaps it was a bit much, Swan thought. Then again, the
criminals they were aftera group known in the papers as the
Klaar River Ganghad numbers of their own. Rumors put
them between thirty and forty, depending on whom one believed.
Though theyd begun as common highwaymen, robbing
others and extorting those who tried to make an honest living
doing business out in the Veld, theyd grown more cunning and
violent in the last six months. Farmhouses of those who refused
to pay protection money were being burned to the ground.
Miners and travelers were disappearing without a trace. The
truth came to light when several of the gang were captured trying
to rob a bank. They were brought back to Durban for interrogation
only to be rescued in a brazen attack that left three
policemen dead and four others wounded.
It was a line that Swan would not allow them to cross. Im
not interested in a fair fight,” he explained. Need I remind you
what happened two days ago?”
Morris shook his head, and Swan rapped his hand on the
partition that separated the cab from the back of the truck. A
panel slid open and the face of a burly man appeared, all but
filling the window.
Are the men ready?” Swan asked.
Were ready, Inspector.”
Good,” Swan said. Remember, no prisoners tonight.”
The man nodded his understanding, but the words caused
Morris to offer a sideways glance.
You have a problem?” Swan barked.
No, sir,” Morris said, looking back at his map. Its just
that . . . were almost there. Just over this hill.”
Swan turned his attention forward once again and took a
deep breath, readying himself. Almost immediately he caught
the scent of smoke. It was distinct in flavor, like a bonfire.
The Packard crested the hill moments later, and the coal-
black night was cleaved in two by a frenzied orange blaze on
the field down below them. The farmhouse was burning from
one side to the other, whirls of fire curling around it and reaching
toward the heavens.
Bloody hell,” Swan cursed.
The vehicles raced down the hill and spread out. The men
poured forth and took up positions surrounding the house.
No one hit them. No one fired.
Morris led a squad closer. They approached from upwind
and darted into the last section of the barn that wasnt ablaze.
Several horses were rescued, but the only gang members they
found were already dead. Some of them half burned, others
merely shot and left to die.
There was no hope of fighting the fire. The ancient wood
and the oil-based paint crackled and burned like petrol. It put
out such heat that Swans men were soon forced to back off or
be broiled alive.
What happened?” Swan demanded of his lieutenant.
Looks like they had it out among themselves,” Morris said.
Swan considered that. Before the arrests in Durban, rumors
had been swirling that suggested the gang was fraying at the
seams. How many dead?”
Weve found five. Some of the boys think they saw two
more inside, but they couldnt reach em.”
At that moment gunfire rang out.
Swan and Morris dove behind the Packard for cover. From
sheltered positions, some of the officers began to shoot back,
loosing stray rounds into the inferno.
The shooting continued, oddly timed and staccato, though
Swan saw no sign of bullets hitting nearby.
Hold your fire!” he shouted. But keep your heads down.”
But theyre shooting at us,” one of the men shouted.
Swan shook his head even as the pop-pop of the gunfire
continued. Its just ammunition going off in the blaze.”
The order was passed around, shouted from one man to the
next. Despite his own directive, Swan stood up, peering over
the hood of the truck.
By now the inferno had enveloped the entire farmhouse.
The remaining beams looked like the bones of a giant resting
on some Nordic funeral pyre. The flames curled around and
through them, burning with a strange intensity, bright white
and orange with occasional flashes of green and blue. It looked
like hell itself had risen up and consumed the gang and their
hideout from within.
As Swan watched, a massive explosion went off deep inside
the structure, blowing the place into a fiery scrap. Swan was
thrown back by the force of the blast, landing hard on his back,
as chunks of debris rattled against the sides of the Packard.
Moments after the explosion, burning confetti began falling,
as little scraps of paper fluttered down by the thousands,
leaving trails of smoke and ash against the black sky. As the fragments
kissed the ground, they began to set fires in the dry grass.
Seeing this, Swans men went into action without delay,
tamping out the embers to prevent a brushfire from surrounding
them.
Swan noticed several fragments landing nearby. He rolled
over and stretched for one of them, patting it out with his hand.
To his surprise, he saw numbers, letters, and the stern face of
King George staring back at him.
Tenners,” Morris said excitedly. Ten-pound notes. Thousands
of them.”
As the realization spread through the men, they redoubled
their efforts, running around and gathering up the charred
scraps with a giddy enthusiasm they rarely showed for collecting
evidence. Some of the notes were bundled and not too
badly burned. Others were like leaves in the fireplace, curled
and blackened beyond recognition.
Gives a whole new meaning to the term blowing the loot,”
Morris said.
Swan chuckled, but he wasnt really listening, his thoughts
were elsewhere; studying the fire, counting the bodies, working
the case as an inspectors mind should.
Something was not right, not right at all.
At first, he put it down to the anticlimactic nature of the evening.
The gang hed come to make war on had done the job for
him. That he could buy. Hed seen it before. Criminals often
fought over the spoils of their crimes, especially when they were
loosely affiliated and all but leaderless, as this gang was rumored
to be.
No, Swan thought, this was suspicious on a deeper level.
Morris seemed to notice. Whats wrong?”
It makes no sense,” Swan replied.
What part of it?”
The whole thing,” Swan said. The risky daylight bank job.
The raid to get their men out. The gunfight in the street.”
Morris stared at him blankly. I dont follow you.”
Look around,” Swan suggested. Judging by the storm of
burnt cash raining down on us, these thugs were sitting on a
small fortune.”
Yes,” Morris agreed. So what?”
So why rob a heavily defended bank in broad daylight if
youre already loaded to the gills with cash? Why risk shooting
up Durban to get your mates out only to gun them down back
here?”
Morris stared at Swan for a long moment before nodding his
agreement. I have no idea,” he said. But youre right. It makes
no sense at all.”
The fire continued to burn well into the morning hours,
only dying when the farmhouse was consumed. The operation
ended without casualties among the police, and the Klaar River
Gang was never heard from again.
Most considered it a stroke of good fortune, but Swan was
never convinced. He and Morris would discuss the events of
that evening for years, well into their retirement. Despite many
theories and guesses as to what really went on, it was a question
they would never be able to answer.
CHAPTER 1
170 miles West-Southwest of Durban, July 27, 1909
The SS Waratah plowed through the waves on a voyage from
Durban to Cape Town, rolling noticeably with the growing
swells. Dark smoke from coal-fired boilers spilled from her single
funnel and was driven in the opposite direction by a contrary
wind.
Sitting alone in the main lounge of the five-hundred-foot
steamship, fifty-one-year-old Gavin Brèvard felt the vessel roll
ponderously to starboard. He watched the cup and saucer in
front of him slide toward the edge of the table, slowly at first,
and then picking up speed as the angle of the ships roll increased.
At the last second, he grabbed for the cup, preventing
it from sliding off the edge and clattering to the floor.
The Waratah remained at a sharp pitch, taking a full two
minutes to right herself, and Brèvard began to worry about the
vessel hed booked passage on.
In a prior life, hed spent ten years at sea aboard various
steamers. On those ships the recoil was quicker, the keel more
adept at righting itself. This ship felt top-heavy to him. It made
him wonder if something was wrong.
More tea, sir?”
Deep in thought, Brèvard barely noticed the waiter in the
uniform of the Blue Anchor Line.
He held out the cup hed saved from destruction. Merci.”
The waiter topped it off and moved on. As he left, a new
figure came into the room, a broad-shouldered man of perhaps
thirty, with reddish hair and a ruddy face. He made a direct line
for Brèvard, taking a seat in the chair opposite.
Johannes,” Brèvard said in greeting. Glad to see youre not
trapped in your cabin like the others.”
Johannes looked a little green, but he seemed to be holding
up. Why have you called me here?”
Brèvard took a sip of the tea. Ive been thinking. And Ive
decided something important.”
And what might that be?”
Were far from safe.”
Johannes sighed and looked away. Brèvard understood. Johannes
thought him to be a worrier. A fear-laden man. But
Brèvard was just trying to be cautious. Hed spent years with
people chasing him, years living under the threat of imprisonment
or death. He had to think five steps ahead just to remain
alive. It had tuned his mind to a hyperattentive state.
Of course were safe,” Johannes replied. Weve assumed
new identities. We left no trail. The others are all dead, and the
barn has been burned to the ground. Only our family continues
on.”
Brèvard took another sip of tea. What if weve missed
something?”
It doesnt matter,” Johannes insisted. Were beyond the
reach of the authorities here. This ship has no radio. We might
as well be on an island somewhere.”
That was true. As long as the ship was at sea, they could rest
and relax. But the journey would end soon enough.
Were only safe until we dock in Cape Town,” Brèvard
pointed out. If we havent covered our trail as perfectly as we
think, we may arrive to a greeting of angry policemen or His
Majestys troops.”
Johannes did not reply right away. He was thinking, soaking
the information in. What do you suggest?” he asked finally.
We have to make this journey last forever.”
And how do we do that?”
Brèvard was speaking metaphorically. He knew he had to be
more concrete for Johannes. How many guns do we have?”
Four pistols and three rifles.”
What about the explosives?”
Two of the cases are still full,” Johannes said with a scowl.
Though Im not sure it was wise to bring them aboard.”
Theyll be fine,” Brèvard insisted. Wake the others, I have
a plan. Its time we took destiny into our own hands.”
Captain Joshua Ilbery stood on the Waratahs bridge despite
it being time for the third watch to take over. The weather
concerned him. The wind was gusting to fifty knots, and it
was blowing opposite to the tide and the current. This odd
combination was building the waves into sharp pyramids, unusually
high and steep, like piles of sand pushed together from
both directions.
Steady on, now,” Ilbery said to the helmsman. Adjust as
needed, we dont want to be broadsided.”
Aye,” the helmsman said.
Ilbery lifted the binoculars. The light was fading as evening
came on, and he hoped the wind would subside in the
night.
Scanning the whitecaps ahead of him, Ilbery heard the
bridge door open. To his surprise, a shot rang out. He dropped
the binoculars and spun to see the helmsman slumping to the
deck, clutching his stomach. Beyond him stood a group of
passengers with weapons, one of whom walked over and took
the helm.
Before Ilbery could utter a word or grab for a weapon, a
ruddy-faced passenger slammed the butt of an Enfield rifle into
his gut. He doubled over and fell back, landing against the
bulkhead.
The man whod attacked him aimed the barrel of the Enfield
at his heart. Ilbery noticed it was held by rough hands, more fitting
on a farmer or rancher than a first-class passenger. He
looked into the mans eyes and saw no mercy. He couldnt be
sure of course, but Ilbery had little doubt the man he was facing
had shot and killed before.
What is the meaning of this?” Ilbery growled.
One of the group stepped toward him. He was older than
the others, with graying hair at the temples. He wore a finer suit
and carried himself with the loose elegance of a leader. Ilbery
recognized him as one of a group whod come on board in
Durban. Brèvard, was the name. Gavin Brèvard.
I demand an explanation,” Ilbery said.
Brèvard smirked at him. I should have thought it quite
obvious. Were commandeering this ship. Youre going to set a
new course away from the coast and then back to the east.
Were not going to Cape Town.”
You cant be serious,” Ilbery said. Were in the middle of
a bad stretch. The ship is barely responding as it is. To make a
turn now would”
Gavin aimed the pistol at a spot halfway between the captains
eyes. Ive worked on steamers before, Captain. Enough
to know that this ship is top-heavy and performing poorly. But
shes not going to go over, so stop lying to me.”
This ship will surely go to the bottom,” Ilbery said.
Give the order,” Brèvard demanded, or Ill blow a hole in
your skull and pilot this ship myself.”
Ilberys eyes narrowed to slits. Perhaps you can navigate,
but what about the rest of the duties? Do you and this lot intend
to man the ship yourselves?”
Brèvard smiled wryly. Hed known from the start that this
was his weakness, the chink in his armor. He had eight others
with him, three of them children. Even if theyd been adults,
nine people couldnt even keep the fires stoked for long, let
alone guard the passengers and crew, and pilot the ship at the
same time.
But Brèvard was used to playing the angles. His whole life
was a study in getting others to do as he wished, either against
their wills or without them knowing they were doing his bidding.
Hed known he needed leverage, and the explosives in the
two cases enabled him to turn the odds in his favor.
Bring in the prisoner,” he said.
Ilbery watched as the bridge door was opened and an unkempt
teenager appeared. This one brought in a man covered
in coal dust. Blood flowed from a broken nose and a gash
across his forehead.
Chief?”
Im sorry, Capn,” the chief said. They tricked us. They
used children to distract us. And then they overpowered us.
Three of the lads are shot. But its so loud down there no one
heard until it was too late.”
What have they done?” the captain asked, his eyes growing
wide.
Dynamite,” the chief said. A dozen sticks attached to boilers
three and four.”
Ilbery turned to Brèvard. Are you insane? You cant put explosives
in an environment like that. The heat, the embers. One
spark and”
And well all be blown to kingdom come,” Brèvard said,
finishing the thought for him. Yes, Im well aware of the consequences.
The thing is, a rope waits for me onshore, the kind
that stretches ones neck. If Im going to die, Id rather it be
quick and glorious than slow and painful. So dont test me.
I have three of my people down there with rifles like these to
make sure no one removes those explosives, at least not until
I leave this ship at a port of my choosing. Now, do as I say and
turn this vessel away from the coast.”
And then what?” Ilbery asked.
When weve reached our destination, well take a few of
your boats, a heap of supplies, and everyones cash and jewelry,
and well leave your ship and disappear. You and your crew will
be free to sail back to Cape Town with a fantastic story to tell
the world.”
Using the bulkhead behind him for support, Captain Ilbery
forced himself up and stood. He stared at Brèvard with contempt.
The man had him and both knew it.
Chief,” he said without taking his eyes off the hijacker.
Take the helm and turn us about.”
The chief staggered to the wheel and pushed the hijacker
aside and did as ordered. The rudder answered the helm, and
the SS Waratah began to turn.
Good decision,” Brèvard said.
Ilbery wondered about that, but knew he had no choice.
For his part, Brèvard was pleased. He sat down in a chair,
laid the rifle across his lap, and studied the captain closely. Having
spent his lifetime misleading others, from policemen to
powder-wigged judges, Brèvard had learned that some men
were easier to read than others. The honest ones were more
obvious than the rest.
As Brèvard stared at this captain, he pegged him as one of
those. A man with pride and smarts and a great sense of duty
for his passengers and crew. That sense of duty compelled him
to comply with Brèvards demands in order to protect the lives
of those on board. But it also made him dangerous.
Even as he acquiesced, Ilbery stood tall and ramrod straight.
Though he clutched his stomach from the blow hed taken, he
kept a fire burning in his eyes that beaten men didnt have. All
of which suggested the captain was not ready to relinquish his
ship just yet. A countermove would come, sooner rather than
later.
Brèvard didnt blame the captain. Quite frankly, he respected
him. All the same, he made a mental note to be ready.
SS Harlow10 miles ahead of the Waratah
Like the captain of the Waratah, the captain of the Harlow was
on the bridge. Thirty-foot waves and fifty-knot winds required
it. He and his crew were making constant corrections, working
hard to keep the Harlow from going off course. Theyd even
pumped in some extra water as ballast to help reduce the roll.
As the first officer reentered the bridge following an inspection
run, the captain looked his way. How are we faring, number
one?”
Shipshape from stem to stern, sir.”
Excellent,” the captain said. He stepped to the bridge wing
and glanced out behind them. The lights of another vessel
could be seen on the horizon. She was several miles astern, and
making a great deal of smoke.
What do you make of her?” the captain asked. Shes
changed course, out away from the coast.”
Could be a turn to get more clearance from the shoals,” the
first officer said. Or perhaps the wind and current are forcing
her off. Any idea who it is?”
Not sure,” the captain said. She might be the Waratah.”
Moments later, a pair of flashes only seconds apart lit out
from the vessels approximate position. They were bright
white and then orange, but at this range there was no sound,
like watching distant fireworks. When they faded, the horizon
was dark.
Both the captain and first officer blinked and stared into
that darkness.
What was that?” the first officer asked. An explosion?”
The captain wasnt sure. He grabbed for the binoculars and
took a moment to train them on the spot. There was no sign of
fire, but a cold chill gripped his spine as he realized the lights of
the mystery ship had vanished as well.
Could have been flares from a brushfire on the shore behind
them,” the first officer suggested. Or heat lightning.”
The captain didnt respond and continued to stare through
the binoculars, sweeping the field of view. He hoped the first
officer was right, but if the flashes of light had come from the
shore or the sky, then what had happened to the ships lights
visible only moments before?
Upon docking, both men would learn that the Waratah was
overdue and missing. Shed never made port in Cape Town, nor
had she returned to Durban or made landfall anywhere else.
In quick succession both the Royal Navy and the Blue Anchor
Line would dispatch ships in search of the Waratah, but
they would return empty-handed. No lifeboats were found. No
wreckage. No debris. No bodies floating in the water.
Over the years, nautical groups, government organizations,
and treasure seekers would search for the wreck of the missing
ship. They would use sonar, magnetometers, and satellite imaging.
They would dispatch divers and submarines and ROVs to
scour various wrecks along the coast. But it was all in vain.
More than a century after her disappearance, not a single trace
of the Waratah had ever been found.
CHAPTER 2
Maputo Bay, Mozambique, September 1987
The sun was falling toward the horizon as an aging fifty-foot
trawler sailed into the bay from the open waters of the Mozambique
Channel. For Cuoto Zumbana, it had been a good day.
The hold of his boat was filled with fresh fish, no nets had
been torn or lost, and the old motor had survived yet another
journeythough it continued to belch gray smoke.
Satisfied with life, Zumbana closed his eyes and turned
toward the sun, letting it bathe the weathered folds of his face.
There was little he enjoyed more than that glorious feeling.
Such peace it brought him that the excited shouts of his crew
did not break him from it at first.
Mashua,” one shouted.
Zumbana opened his eyes, squinting in the glare as the sunlight
blazed off the sea like liquid fire. Blocking the light with
his hand, he saw what the men were pointing at, a small wooden
dinghy bobbing in the chop of the late afternoon. It seemed
to be adrift, and there didnt appear to be anyone on board.
Take us to it,” he ordered. To find a small boat he could sell
would only make the day better. He would even share some of
the money with the crew.
The trawler changed course, and the old engine chugged a
little harder. Soon, they were closing the gap.
Zumbanas face wrinkled. The small boat was badly weathered
and looked hastily patched. Even from fifty feet away he
could see that much of it was rotted.
Someone must have dumped it just to be rid of it,” one of
his crewmen said.
There might be something of value on board,” Zumbana
said. Take us alongside.”
The helmsman did as ordered, and the trawler eased to a
stop beside the dilapidated craft. As they bumped it, another
crewman hopped aboard. Zumbana threw him a rope, and the
two boats were quickly tied off and drifting together.
From his position, Zumbana saw empty cooking pots and
piles of rags, certainly nothing of value, but as the crewman
pulled a moth-eaten blanket aside all thoughts of money were
chased from his mind.
A young woman and two boys lay beneath the old blanket.
They were clearly dead. Their faces were covered with sores
from the sun and their bodies stiff. Their clothing was tattered,
and a bloodstained rag was tied to the womans shoulder. A
closer look revealed scabbed wrists and ankles as if the three of
them had once been held in cuffs and restraints.
Zumbana crossed himself.
We should leave it,” one of the crewmen said.
Its a bad omen,” another added.
No. We must respect the dead,” Zumbana replied. Especially
those who have been taken so young.”
The men looked at him suspiciously but did as they were
ordered. With a rope secured for towing, they turned once
again for shore with the old double-ended boat trailing out
behind them.
Zumbana moved to the stern, where he could keep an eye
on the small craft. His gaze went from the boat to the horizon
beyond. He wondered about the occupants of the small boat.
Who were they? Where had they come from? What danger
had they escaped only to die on the open sea? So young, he
thought, considering the three bodies. So fragile.
The boat itself was another mystery. The top plank in the
boats side seemed as if it might have once been painted with a
name, but it was unreadable now. He worried if the boat would
make it into port. Unlike its dead passengers, it seemed ancient.
Certainly it was older than the three occupants. In fact, it
looked to him like it might belong to another era all together.