The power of nature, authored by Jane Harper

Later, the four women could only agree on two things. The first: not one of them had seen the forest swallowing Alice Russell. The second: Alice's ghost could reach them anywhere. The women were late for the gathering. As for the group of men, they arrived only thirty-five minutes late, and they patted each other's shoulders when they came out from behind the line of trees. The mission was over. The trip leader was waiting for the five men with friendly and welcoming looks in his official red jacket. The men threw their dreams in the back of the small bus, and they breathed a sigh of relief as they boarded it.