There are endless tales to go with the area. The bordellos ranged from the poor and ragged to the rich and classy, the girls from young and green to long in the tooth. But the true reigning queen of Storyville was Josie. She was born just about the end of the Civil War, raised by a very religious family, and seduced at an early age into the arms of a fancy man. But at heart, Josie was an entrepreneur. In her early days, she was red-haired and wild-tempered, and her place was known for some of the fiercest and most entertaining catfights to be seen anywhere. Then, when the brawling became too much even for Josie, she reinvented herself and ran ads for ladies of the highest rank. She managed to make a fortune and buy herself a splendid home in an affluent quarter of the city. Eventually she became obsessed with death. Not that she seemed to be terribly worried about her immortal soul. She was consumed, however, with concern regarding her physical remains. She wanted to be as grand in death as she presumed herself to be in life. So she had a tomb built, a truly magnificent tomb. It incorporated pilasters and urns and torches. And a beautiful sculpture of a woman, one foot on a step, her hand reaching for the door.
In time Josie died and was entombed. But an heir squandered away her money. Her house was sold, as was her tomb. The new owners did not want her remains, so they were removed. In New Orleans, after a year and a day, thats no problem. Where they lie todayits one of the best-kept secrets of the cemetery. But its often said that Josies spirit slips into the statue of the woman that still stands at the entry to her former tomb. Is she trying to get into heaven? Or merely beckoning others to follow her? If you happen to see the elegant statue moving, dont be afraid. Josie had a temper, but she was also a social creature, and its said that shes merely visiting gentlemen callers who happened to have ended their days in the same cemetery.
Where is the tomb? a slender woman called to her.
Metairie. Its featured on another of our tours, and we hope youll join us for it, Nikki replied. Well, folks, thats it for the evening, except that my colleaguesthe tall, dark handsome fellow there, Julian, and the beautiful young woman to my right, Andreawill join me in answering any questions you might have. And thank you so much for joining us. There are many tour groups here in New Orleans, so we hope weve fulfilled your expectations, and enlightened and entertained you.
The usual round of questions followed. Nikki never minded, but that night, she knew, she was glancing at her watch. At last she was able to extricate herself from the last family eager to learn more.
It had been a good evening. In fact, it had been a good day. Her ridiculous sense of foreboding hadnt meant a thing. When she finished with the family, she waved to Andy and Julian, and they headed off for Pat OBriens.
Man, I have never seen so many posters up before an election, Julian commented as they passed the wooden barricade around a construction site. The posters advertised the current sensation, an older man named Harold Grant. He looks like you, Nikki. Far too serious, Julian teased. Maybe we need new blood running the place. Have you seen all the posters for whats-his-name?
Billy Banks, Andy reminded him. Yeah, and hes a cutie. Have you seen him, Nikki? Vibrant guy, lots of charisma. Poor old Harold probably doesnt have a chance against him.
Some people dont vote for a candidate because hes cute, Nikki said.
Julian shrugged. Theyre both swearing theyre the one who can clean up crime in the parish, he said. Politicians. Who do you believe?
None of them, Andy said.
Heylots of people out tonight, Julian said, forgetting politics as they neared their destination.
Despite the popularity of the placean absolute must for touriststhey were able to garner a table. It was almost as if Max could see them in his minds eye from wherever he was, because they had just started on their first round of Hurricanes when Nikkis cell rang.
Drunk yet? Max asked her.
Funny, she told him.
A soft chuckle came over the phone. Come on, kid. Celebrate. Let yourself go. Drop down among the mortals and do a little sinning, huh?
Who is it? Mitch asked, over the din.
Is it Max? Julian demanded.
She nodded, pressing the phone closer to her ear and mouthing, He wants to know if were drunk yet. Hes telling us to celebrate.
Tell him Im on my way to happily inebriatedsince hes picking up the tab, Nathan yelled, slipping an arm around Patricias shoulder. And Tricias doing fine, too.
Hot time tonight, huh? Julian asked.
Patricia laughed. Like he needs to get me drunk at this point.
Justperky, Nathan teased, hugging her.
Would you guys quit with the sex thing? At least until you see the rest of us coupled up for the night, huh? Mitch said. By the way, Nikki, make sure youre hearing Max correctly. Hes telling you to celebrate, not to be celibate.
Funny, Mitch, she mouthed.
What was that Mitch said? Max asked. He said something else, but the music was playing and there were voices all around.
Nikki waved a hand at them, frowning. I cant hear you, Max, she said.
The others ignored her.
You wont see me coupled upnot in the near future, Andy said. A voodoo queen warned me to watch out for strangers, she assured them
Max? Nikki said, narrowing her eyes fiercely at the others.
Im here, Nick, he said. I just called to say that youre doing a great jobone of the travel magazines just rated us as the top tour bargain in the Big Easy. So tell Nathan to drink himself silly. And you do the same.
She realized that the idea actually appealed to her. What had it been? The weird junkie at Madames yesterday? That sense of foreboding this morning? The back-to-back tours she had done that day? She needed to take it a little easier. Once Max got back, she was going to tell him that they needed to hire more people.
The Hurricane she had assumed she would nurse all night was already empty. A waitress replaced it without being asked.
She smiled her thanks and spoke to her boss.
Max, thanks, thats great. Ill tell the others.
Tell us what? Patricia demanded.
She waved an impatient hand again, trying to get them to shut up while she was still talking.
When are you coming back? she asked Max. I need to ask you
Do what you need to do. Im not sure yet when Im coming back. Youve got my cellcall me with any problems. And for tonight, let loose. Eat, drink and be merry. Well talk soon.
Max
Hed hung up.
What did he say? Julian demanded.
She told them about their ranking in the tourist mag. A cheer went up, and then a toast. Did we order food? Nikki demanded.
Our little China doll is getting tipsy! Patricia teased.
Nikki groaned. Hey, for real.
Hey, for real, Julian assured her. Weve got a shrimp and crawfish appetizer coming, gumbo and a special thing, pork, red beans and ricesuccotash, darlin! he teased, managing to sound just like Max.
Thank God, she murmured.
Indeed. Another toast, Nathan said, raising his glass. Were the best. And congrats to Nikki, our blond beauty.
Our little China doll is getting tipsy! Patricia teased.
Nikki groaned. Hey, for real.
Hey, for real, Julian assured her. Weve got a shrimp and crawfish appetizer coming, gumbo and a special thing, pork, red beans and ricesuccotash, darlin! he teased, managing to sound just like Max.
Thank God, she murmured.
Indeed. Another toast, Nathan said, raising his glass. Were the best. And congrats to Nikki, our blond beauty.
Hey, dont look now, but that guy over there is looking to be a couple tonight, Patricia said, nodding toward the other side of the room.
Hes looking at Nikki, not me, Andy said.
Nikki twisted around. The guy in question was nice looking, sandy-haired, either a businessman letting down his hair, or maybe a college student.
No, I think hes looking at you, Andy, she said.
Ladies, ladies, I hate to disappoint you, but I think hes looking at me, Mitch said.
Another round of drinks came to the table. Nikkis head was beginning to buzz, but it was a celebration, and she did need to let loose now and then.
So she ate crawfish and had another Hurricane, and laughed at the banter around the table.
The plane rose, angling into the air.
Below, there was light.
And darkness.
Along the coast, the highly populated sections were ablaze with artificial light. Housing and commercial development were pushing the boundaries, eating up great chunks of the Everglades.
And yet the great area of no-mans-land remained, thick with grass and slow-moving waterand darkness.
South Florida. From the air, it was easy to see just how much of the landscape was still taken up by the river of grass, since, technically, the Glades werent swampland at all.
Brent loved it, loved the festivals held by the Seminole and Miccosukee Indians. He loved playing guitar with his friends. Loved the seemingly endless expanse of the Glades, even with the mosquitoes, snakes and alligators.
The Everglades made a great place to dump bodies, too. When someone went missingwell, the police knew where to look.
This was his home now, the place hed chosen to live. But there was also the home of his childhood.
After the deaths of his parents, his grandfather had been his legal guardian, so hed spent a great deal of time, school vacations, holidays, summers, in South Dakota. But his moms family had been among many Irish immigrants to the Deep South, and until recently, theyd lived in the parish of his birth. Most of the time when hed been growing up had been spent with that side of his family, in Louisiana.
New Orleans. The French Quarter. Where hed been born.
He knew the area far too well.
New Orleans. And beyond the Vieux Carré, the bayous. Endless canals. Alligators, shrimp and shrimpers, crawfish, Cajun food
There were bodies there, too. And strange events that went beyond the accepted norm
It was what he did, he reminded himself.
But not always by choice.
New Orleans.
Damn, but he hated to go home.
4
Help me! Nikki, wake up and help me!
Nikki woke groggily from a deep sleep. She forced her eyes open.
Nikki, please, for the love of Godtheres nothing. I have nothing. Tell themyouve got to tell them!
She blinked. There was a soft glow of green light emanating from her clock, and a thin gleam coming from the bathroom, from the night-light she kept on. She had failed to fully close the draperies across the sliding doors in her bedroom. Though she faced the small garden area at the rear of the house, enough light made it into the back that a gentle glow came in through the window. Though the light seemed pale and misty, she could see the basic shapes of the furniture in her room.
And the woman at the foot of the bed.
Andrea was standing there, clad in a long T-shirt advertising the New Orleans Saints. Her long dark hair was tousled, as if shed just gotten out of bed.
Andy, what are you doing here? What are you talking about? she asked, glancing over at her bedside clock. Almost 4:00 a.m. They had only parted at two, and after all those Hurricanes, Nikki felt as if her mind was moving on a very slow track. In fact, her head was pounding. She had to be dreaming, but it was unfair for her head to hurt so badly in a dream.
Go away, Andy. Youre the one who kept ordering the drinks, she grumbled miserably.
The bum in the coffee shop, hes dead, Nikki.
Nikki shook her head, which made it hurt even more. Andy, we didnt know the guy. We couldnt know if hes dead. She stopped to think for a minute, but between the liquor and exhaustion, she knew she wasnt doing too well.
How did you get in here, anyway? If you guys are trying to scare me Did Julian put you up to this? Hell, I dont really care right now. Go away. And lock the door behind you when you go.
Nikki! Pleasehelp!
I understand a joke, Andy, but I really feel like hell. Soha, ha, go away.
Nikki, for the love of God, Andy implored. Wake upI thinkI think its you theyre after.
Andy, go away. Go home. What the hell are you doing out dressed like that, anyway? LookIm closing my eyes. When I open them, youre going to be gone. And if those other idiots are with you, tell them to get out, too.
Okay, Im going to open my eyes, Andy, and youd best be gone!
She opened her eyes. To her amazement, Andy was gone.
Make sure my front door is locked when you go! she called.
She sighed. She needed to get up and make sure that the door had been locked. She should close the drapesand avoid the sun that was going to tear into her eyes in the morning. But none of them had to work tomorrow morning. Not until nightthe eight oclock tour. Ample time to recover, and so, to get in all the healing sleep she needed. She should get up
She couldnt quite do it. Couldnt quite make herself get up.
She closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.
When Nikki woke in the morning, she didnt even remember at first that shed opened her eyes to see Andrea in her room. Her head was still thudding. She managed to crawl out of bed and into the bathroom, and down several aspirins. In the kitchen, she decided toast would be a good thing. Coffee first, because she couldnt bear life without it, then toast and orange juice.
Walking back into her bedroom, she unlatched her glass doors and walked out on the little balcony that looked over the small courtyard in the back of the house where she lived. The antebellum grande dame had been restored beautifullyinto six apartments. She had chosen her own when the work had barely been completed because of the two upstairs bedrooms, hers, that she slept in, with the windows that faced the garden, and the spare bedroom, that she used as an office, that overlooked Bourbon just beyond the small front yard and brick fence. Then, to make it all the more wonderful, downstairs her front entry wasnt through the main hall, but was a separate entrance, a one-time servants door. It opened to the far end of the broad porch, an amenity accessible to all the tenants, but convenient to her. The porch looked on to grass and flowers and the swing that fell from a huge old oak. Downstairs, the street was blocked from viewand vice versaby the brick fence. From the front, all the music and mayhem of the city could be heard, but in the rear, all was quiet.