Paradise Harbour
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When Luc Nistage, private detective, gets an offer from one of the richest men to find his lost daughter, Luc feels that he got the break that’s been eluding him. Little does he know that he is about to be submerged into the most horrifying case imaginable, testing his sanity, humanity, and body.
Enter Paradise Harbour, a town where nothing is as it seems. Where cultists, creatures, gangsters, and a serial killer terrify the public, a young private investigator must find a missing woman amidst all the evil barricades surrounding him.
Alexander Semenyuk
Alexander Semenyuk, (also known as Oleksandr Semenyuk) is a Ukrainian-American author. He was born in Lutsk, Ukraine, in 1986. At 14, he immigrated to the United States. Alexander’s favorite genres are sci-fi, horror and fantasy. Early in life, Alexander was greatly influenced by classic literature and since childhood dreamed of becoming a writer.
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Paradise Harbour - Alexander Semenyuk
Paradise Harbour
A Noir Horror Thriller
by
Alexander Semenyuk
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © Alexander Semenyuk 2021
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Paperback ISBN: 9781956788112
eBook ISBN: 9781956788129
First Edition World Castle Publishing, LLC, November 16, 2021
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Cover: Boris Bashirov
Editor: Maxine Bringenberg
Dedicated to my wife, Nanda and my son, Sasha.
Chapter One
The year was 1922.
I was a young man back then, only just starting my new profession as a private investigator.
My full name is Luc Nistage. It’s a name that has carried through generations, all the way back to my ancestor from France, who fought in the war for independence against the Brits and then settled in the Louisiana region. The family has remained there for generations, and I found myself growing up near New Orleans. But alas, that is not the place where most of my story happened. This is just the base, my beginnings.
I lived in an old apartment. The family money was split up, and I was given the shortest stick out of all the siblings. Still, this made me stronger than any of them. I learned responsibility, consequences, and resilience early on in my life.
Back then, I had a strong notion of punishing evildoers, and so being a private investigator was the perfect profession for me.
One rainy day I sat on the edge of the bed looking out the window. The water drops dragged each other around on the glass. I had decided to take a week off and relax, but my mind was racing. I focused on the drops and the sound of the rain. It pulled me so deeply into its rhythm that I almost missed the knocking on my door.
Slowly I got up and moved towards the door. My hand was ready to draw my revolver. It was habit, part of my overly cautious nature.
As I asked who it was, a pleasant female voice answered. I cracked the door open.
Hello, my name is Mercedes. Luc, I presume?
asked a stunningly beautiful young woman with wavy black hair and big brown eyes. She smiled slightly as she looked up at me.
I slowly and hesitantly acknowledged this and opened the door. She was perhaps the most beautiful woman I had ever met, and I was taken aback. My mind was drawing a blank as far as how to act calmly and professionally.
Are you very busy? May I not come in? I am here representing Allard Van Dausen,
she said, her smile growing more dazzling.
Hearing the name Allard Van Dausen, one of the richest men in the country, brought me back to reality. What would he want with me? I motioned Mercedes in and showed her a chair.
My apartment looked dismal indeed. Dust everywhere, barely any decorations, no art, dark colors. However, Mercedes didn’t seem to mind it as she politely asked if I had any coffee or tea. I immediately went to prepare some coffee for both of us.
We sat at my small, rickety table and stirred our coffee. What brings you here today, and why has Allard Van Dausen shown an interest in me out of all possible investigators?
I asked her after sipping some coffee.
Mr. Van Dausen was very impressed with your file upon reviewing it. He had a good feeling about it,
she said, and crossed her legs, her eyes huge above the coffee cup. I did my best to stay focused.
"Oh, my file?" I almost laughed, for I had no idea there was such a thing as a file on me, but I wasn’t very surprised, knowing the times. I usually just went about my work, ignoring the rest of the world.
Yes, your file, Mr. Nistage,
she said pleasantly, setting down the cup.
Please, call me Luc. So, what is the nature of this job?
I asked, and took the last swallow of my coffee. I caught a glimpse of the broken clock on the wall and realized what a dump my place was. No place to be hosting such a lady.
Mr. Van Dausen will tell you more details and give you more resources, but first, he wanted to make sure you’d be interested. It’s about his daughter, Aranxa. She has gone missing after going up to study in a medical school in a town located in Rhode Island. Mr. Dausen wants you to find her.
Mercedes paused, looking at me with her big, beautiful, dark eyes.
Um, Rhode Island? I don’t usually travel too far from here, and this type of deal might even require a relocation for an unknown amount of time.
I shook my head.
One hundred twenty thousand,
she said, and paused again, looking at me calmly.
Excuse me?
Mr. Van Dausen will pay you sixty thousand dollars to take the job, and he will also provide you with housing. He is willing to send me there as well to make sure he constantly has eyes and a contact there he can trust. If you succeed, Mr. Dausen will double the original payment.
Mercedes grinned, and her eyes were dancing with suppressed laughter as she watched my astonished face uncontrollably change upon hearing those numbers.
I will meet him.
Mercedes was pleased with my answer and gave me a piece of notepaper, on which was written a time and a place for the meeting. I escorted her out of the building, where a black car took her away.
Chapter Two
That night I sat by my window observing the poorly lit street and sipping whiskey for a long time—whiskey that tasted bad due to poor quality and which I had not obtained legally, of course. Something inside of me told me that my life was about to change forever—or was it something outside of me that was saying this? After so many shots of whiskey, I was no longer sure. I fell asleep where I sat by the window.
The following day I was to meet Allard Van Dausen in a former bar called Golden Milton at three o’clock in the afternoon. It was odd to be going to a place that now operated only as a restaurant because of the ban on alcohol. I got my best clothes out, which looked almost as worn and poor as my other ones. A black coat, an old white shirt, and black pants. I had only one pair of shoes, so there were no options to explore in that department. Before leaving, I sat and smoked three cigarettes to calm my nerves.
When I stepped into the restaurant, there was no one inside except for the bartender and two tall men in black, whom I noticed both had guns beneath their short jackets. In the back of the empty place sat a short man with grey hair and pale skin. I approached. As he motioned for me to sit down, I noticed two rings on his right hand. One had a triangular symbol on it, and the other had the letter C
created of tiny diamonds.
What shall we be drinking?
he asked in a dry voice as I sat down. He noticed the hesitation in my eyes. You can have anything you wish right now.
Then we shall drink whiskey,
I said.
Van Dausen smiled and signaled to the bartender, who quickly brought a bottle of fine whiskey and two glasses.
You met beautiful and witty Mercedes. She informed me of your agreement. I chose you after my men examined those who have dealt with missing persons cases. I had two criteria: a high success rate and youth. You meet both requirements.
Van Dausen proceeded to take two thick envelopes out of a slim black briefcase he had at his side. One of these contains your first payment, your apartment keys, and legal documents you may need. The second has photos of my daughter and notes she wrote herself about work and other things,
he said, and took a shot of whiskey. Ahh, this is a good one.
I tried it and agreed with him. This made the bottle I had at home seem like piss water.
What do you know about the town? I don’t even know the name of it yet,
I smiled.
Paradise Harbour. I plan to go there myself soon to meet any big players in that area who might know something. The bad news is that I sent two of my men there when she didn’t show up for the holidays, and those two men did not return.
He stopped and observed my expression.
I remained calm on the outside while my heart was trying to break through the walls of my ribcage. I started to down the whiskey in one gulp but slowed my hand as I lifted the glass to my face.
Cool as a cucumber,
said Van Dausen. I knew I was making the right choice. I am also sending a case of weapons for you. They’ll already be delivered, as well as a case of this good stuff we are drinking. But don’t forget why you are there, Mr. Nistage.
His tone contained a slightly sinister warning.
I gulped. Thank you,
I said, and rose to leave. He presented me with a train ticket for that very night. I was in no position to complain, considering he had just handed me a ton of cash. I was very fortunate; perhaps God was smiling upon me, or maybe Paradise Harbour had a deceptive name. Either way, I was all in, and I was ready to find out which one it was.
It was a damp evening; most passersby had umbrellas ready. I went to the station and stood between two benches to wait. On my right sat an old man in old and rather shabby clothes. I watched him give up his place on the bench to a young mother with a baby, despite the fact that his thin legs were shaking. To my left sat a well-dressed man of enormous size, his face buried in the newspaper. The lighting at the station wasn’t very good. Was he even seeing anything? Beside him stood a lady. What an interesting contrast there was between the older gentleman who gave up his seat and this ignorant slob. Here was a simple summary of our world, as it could be seen in a basic everyday-life situation. I laughed to myself. I thought how money shaped my world as well. Just at the mere mention of Dausen’s money, I had jumped on this bone of opportunity like the most beastly of dogs.
Out of the fog, the black train appeared. Before the old chap could grab his suitcase, I snatched it up and told him I was going to load it up for him. He placed his hand on my arm and gave me a look of gratitude, which made my night and gave me a renewed boost of hope and confidence in my character.
Allard had gotten me a compartment all to myself, with personal service to boot. I sat at the table drinking black tea and patiently waiting for the train to move. I did not want to open the envelope with the photos before we departed. I had some strange and peculiar—possibly superstitious—habits.
Once the train began to chug on its way, I took out the photos of Aranxa. She was a very plain-looking girl but appeared to be studious in nature. I could tell this by her expression and the deep intelligence in her eyes. There were documents regarding the Garrison School of Medicine and a hospital by the same name. According to these notes,