He frowned, looking at her suddenly. We will never, ever mention Andy, he agreed. He hesitated, clearing his throat. Im sorry, you knew her much better than we did. She was only with us a few weeks. Nikki, are you doing all right?
She nodded.
I think one of us should come stay with you, he said firmly.
She shook her head. Thanks, Mitch. Julian has been hanging around for me. She stared at them all. Okay, Im telling you, and I mean it. Im convinced that someone forced that heroin on Andy. Whether it had to do with her past or not, I dont know. But also, Im okay, and I dont need my friends to babysit me. But thanks.
Well, I dont know how youre living alone, Patricia said, flipping aside a length of her long dark hair. She glanced sideways at Nathan, who was saying goodbye to the last of their comourners. She grinned suddenly. I was wondering if maybe Nathan and I werent making a mistakerushing to live with one another. Now I thank God every minute that were living together. Because those drugs came from somewhere. From someone. I just think Id be pretty miserable and scared right now, if I were alone.
Hey, you two are just right for each other, Nikki commented. And thats why its good that youre living together. Anyway, Im going to shake this off. Its just that its only been a few days. But Im not going to turn into a coward. Im going to be proactive and bug the police until they discover her murdererdont look at me like that. There was a murderer. Thats the least I can do for her.
One way or another, I agree with Nikki. Whether someone just pushed the purchase on the streets or plunged the needle into her vein, someone caused Andys death. And for the sake of everyone in the parish, we need to know who. Well all work on that, right, guys? Mitch asked.
They all nodded.
And by the way, Julian said, I am staying with you tonight, Nikki.
Julian, Im all right.
And so am I. But I think we ought to be all right together.
The bed in the guest room is as hard as a rock. You said so yourself, Nikki reminded him.
Honey, Im all in. Tonight, I could sleep on a real rock just fine.
She was about to protest again, then sighed. Okay, thanks. I guess, tonight, Ill be glad of the company.
The two of them were the last out of Madame DOrsos. Julian decided they should walk Madame home first. It was around midnight, which in New Orleans, in the Vieux Carré, wasnt all that late. Madame said that they really didnt need to walk her anywhere, there were plenty of police about and the streets were crowded.
Julian, however, told her that they could use the walk anyway. The night was beautiful, with fall just beginning. The oppressive humidity that could press down on the city had lightened.
Hey, its a nice night just for being alive, he said cheerfully, then winced.
Nikki slipped an arm through his. Hey, dont worry. I dont want to spend my days walking on eggshells, worrying about every word that comes out of my mouth. It is a beautiful nightand a great night to be alive.
They walked Madame the few blocks to her place, then turned and started back toward Bourbon Street.
Want a nightcap or anything? Julian asked, a brotherly arm around her shoulder.
She shook her head. Honestly, you know whats strange? Ive never been much of a drinker, and I had such a bad hangover the day we found out about Andy that I just havent wanted anything since.
Maybe you need a hair of the dog that bit you, Julian said.
Actually, Id like to get home. I havent been sleeping much.
Hey, its okay. Lots of people in your position would be on sedatives, you know. I mean, you hired her. You two bonded right away. And you had to deal with trying to find out if there was someone to contact, and then arrange the funeral and allwell, thats a tough load. And its tough just to have known someone who wasmurdered.
The rest of you seem to be doing all right.
Like I said, you two kind of bonded. You and Andy, well, you were both orphans. You had that in common.
I had my grandparents, at least, Nikki said. Cousins, aunts and unclesthough theyve mostly moved pretty far away these days. But I had family. Andy didnt have even that.
She had us. We were family, Julian assured her. Well, we would have been, he said.
They reached the iron gate in the brick wall that surrounded Nikkis place. What is the trick to this damn thing? he muttered.
The latch is under and over. Its not a lock, it just keeps the curious out, Nikki said. She bit her lip, wanting to reach over and open it herself, but Julian seemed determined. She folded her arms across her chest, looking around.
It was always amazing how life went on.
A couple, arm in arm, strolled leisurely down the street, leaning toward one another. He was ebony. She was ivory. Nikki smiled, loving the ease with which people lived their lives in New Orleans now. There had been a time when old Beast Butler had ruled the city, but that was long ago. They were on the move here now.
A rowdy group of young men walked along the street, then paused nearby, drinks in hand, talking about a sax player who was working down on the square.
More couples strolled along.
A larger group of young men joined the first.
Damn this thing, but I will get it, Julian said, determined.
Nikki barely heard him. She straightened against the brick wall.
There was someone in the midst of the group in the street, but he wasnt one of them. He was shaggy-haired. Clothes wrinkled, worn. He turned toward her.
Handsome face
Beneath the scraggly growth of beard.
He stared at her as if he recognized her.
And she stared back, certainly recognizing him.
She swung around, tapping hard on Julians shoulder. JulianJulian. Turn around quick. I just saw him.
Him, who?
Julian turned to her, confused.
The bum who was at Madames that day.
Where?
Hes therein that group of college guys, she declared.
Julian stared out to the street and searched the clean-shaven faces. So did she.
Where? Julian said.
There, in the middle of them, Nikki announced. She ran into the street, into the midst of the ten or so young men.
Hey! said one, almost falling into her.
Hi, there, babe, another slurred. He cast an arm sloppily around her shoulder.
Hey, get your hands off her, Julian demanded forcefully.
Nikki was barely aware of their exchange.
Hehe was here, she said, puzzled.
Who was here, honey? Im available, a blond kid with a New York accent said, smiling stupidly and coming up on her other side.
Leave her alone, Julian said angrily.
Yeah? And who are you? Her daddypimp daddy, something like that?
Julian hauled off, catching the young man beneath the jaw. He sucked in his breath, staggered back and fell.
Julianshit! Nikki breathed, her attention wrenched back to their current situation.
Hey, asshole, there was no call for that, the blonde from New York said. He dropped his plastic drink cup and strode menacingly toward Julian.
Others began to follow suit, circling him as their friend staggered to his feet.
Everyone! Nikki announced loudly. Stop it right now. Im going to scream, Ill get the police. Just calm down.
No one seemed to hear her. The first kid reached Julian. He dodged that blow, but another one of the youths was to his right, and he took a swing.
Stop! Nikki jumped onto the back of one of them. He didnt even seem to notice her weight. She banged a fist on the top of his head. Stop it right now!
He still didnt seem to notice her. She slid off his back, landing on her rump.
In a fair fight, Julian could handle himself. Against ten or so
He didnt stand a chance.
Nikki opened her mouth to start screaming. The police had to come, and come quickly.
Hey!
The voice that suddenly thundered through the crowd was deep and resonant, and had a note of such pure authority that everyone, including Nikki, suddenly went dead still.
A man came striding into the frozen tableau. From her position on her butt in the street, he seemed extraordinarily tall, dark, broad shouldered and well muscled beneath a casual knit polo shirt and jeans. He caught hold of the kid who was about to deck Julian.
What the hell is going on here?
He started it. The college boy sounded like a grade-school kid in trouble.
They were coming on to Nikki, Julian said.
Just break it up, all of you, the man said irritably.
Or what? ventured one of the drunker college boys.
The man stared at him. That was it; he just stared.
Just asking, the boy muttered. He turned and started down the street. Come on, guys, lets get out of here.
They all followed suit, heading down the street.
The man turned toward where Nikki was still sitting on the street. He strode toward her, offering her a hand up.
She saw his face.
His complexion was a deep tan, almost bronze, his eyes a startling, brilliant green. The hard chiseled angles and planes clearly denoted a Native American background somewhere. His hair was pitch dark and dead straight, just a little long. It wasnt so much that he was typically handsome, but he was one of the most arresting individuals she had ever seen. He seemed to emit confidence and authority, and not just because of his imposing height or the breadth of his shoulders. There was a sleek agility about him for a man of his size, and his features were hard cut, seeming to exude an essentially masculine sensuality mixed with stark assurance.
His hand, outstretched to her, was large, the fingers long, nails neatly clipped, cleanand powerful, she quickly discovered.
But it wasnt the strength of his grip, bringing her easily to her feet that so disturbed her.
It was his touch.
Energy, almost like a fire, or a current, streaking from him to her.
And then
His eyes.
They looked into hers.
And they saw something.
What, she didnt know. He released her instantly, stepping back, surveying her, not in a sexual way, and not with disdain or disinterest.
As if he recognized her.
Are you all right? he asked politely.
Umfine, she murmured.
He nodded. You? he asked Julian.
Yeah, thanks to you, Julian told him, eyeing the stranger curiously. Hey, we kind of owe you. Can we buy you a drink or something?
The man shook his head. You dont owe me anything. He cracked a slight smile, which transformed his face. He was suddenly striking. Still hard, but striking.
I just wouldnt mess with large crowds in the future, huh? he suggested.
With a wave, he turned and left them.
6
Brent walked down the street, shaking his head.
New Orleans.
Americas most European city. A mixture of architecture and mood, sultry heat and shifting shadows. It was as if time had cast a mood over the city that had sunk into the very bones of its man-made structures. History piled upon the passions of those who had lived before.
It held the remnants of days gone by, mixed with the new, the lively, the present-day city, with its love of gardens, jazz, good times and voodoo.
There was unbelievable talent to be found with the turn of a corner, like the old black man two streets over who had played a banjo better than hed ever heard before. The man had just been sitting there, playing and smiling and, Brent hoped, making a fair amount of money from the passersby who were dropping bills in his instrument case.
Brent passed a closed shop with a storefront announcing Dollys Dolls, and next to it was a neon light advertising Girls, Girls, Naked Girls.
People laughing, drinking, admiring artists, musicians, mimes
People drinking themselves silly, picking fights.
The encounter hed just had was disturbing, and he didnt want to think about it.
He could still feel her hand in his.
And hed walked away. Which had been smart. Still, he couldnt help but wonder about the woman. She had the biggest, brightest eyes hed ever seen. Green. Blue. Aqua. Something like the sea, somewhere in between. Fairly tall, nice figure, obvious even in the long black dress shed been wearing.
A Goth? Hell, everybody in this city seemed to think they were a voodoo queen, a long-dead duchess, a vampire or a tarot reader.
No, maybe not. The guy with her had been wearing a somber black suit.
Funeral, he realized suddenly.
He shook his head, stopped in the street. From the corner to his right, a rock band hammered out a Stones tune. From the other corner, he could hear jazz. Somewhere down the street, a blues guitar was belting out an indiscernible tune.
He swore softly.
New Orleans.
Hell, welcome home.
Oh, yeah. It was just great to be here.
Youre going off the deep end, Nikki, Julian said. That was just great. Throwing yourself into a group of drunks. What were you expecting? And dont even think about giving me a lecture on how no one deserves to be attacked. You went flying into a sludge of inebriated testosterone in its sweet young prime, so what were you expecting?
I saw him! she said, finding the catch on the gate and pushing it open herself. Julians words made her feel guiltyhe was a good friend, and he would have defended her to the death, which, considering the drunken mood of the rowdy gang, just might have been the sad finale if it hadnt been for their strange saviorbut he couldnt begin to understand how she was feeling. Julian, Im sorry, butI saw him, she repeated.
Yeah, and I saw him, too, whoever the hell he was, and I have to admit, it was a damn good thing he showed up when he did. Im not much brighter than you are, apparently, since I got it into my head to defend you from a pack of wolves.