rolled to a stop, followed by a truck with the gas companyâs logo. Tara quickly unlocked the desk drawer, grabbed the master ledger and shoved it and the three pieces of paper into her backpack. She slammed down the windows and pulled the door behind her just as Deputy Anderson paused by her car.
âWhatâre you doing here, Ms. LeBlanc?â
âJust came by to get some of my things Iâd left here.â She took deliberate steps to her Mustang. Spook whooshed through the cat door and scampered off into the bayou. âAnd I needed to feed Tantyâs cat. Poor thingâs bowl was empty.â
âUh, you shouldnât be around here anymore. Not until the sheriff clears it.â
She tossed her backpack into the passenger seat through the open window and crossed her arms over her chest. âIs this a crime scene now?â Maybe, just maybe, theyâd gotten a test result back and the sheriff would take her seriously now.
âNot exactly, but until weâre sure thereâs no gas leak or something, you need to steer clear of the area.â
Tara snorted and slipped behind the steering wheel. It figured they would still blow off her beliefs. âIâm not going to let the cat starve. Iâll be leaving now, but Iâll come back tomorrow to feed Spook.â
The deputy stared at her as she turned the car and headed home. She glanced in her rearview mirror and found him still standing in the driveway. Probably wondering if he shouldâve inspected her pack.
Too late. They wouldnât know what to do with the information, anyway.
Her stomach rumbled as she parked in front of her house. Sheâd skipped breakfast, wanting to get to the hospital to check on Tanty. Grandmere had said sheâd make crawfish-stuffed pistolettes for lunch, and Taraâs mouth watered at the thought. She bounded up the creaking stairs and flew into the house.
No enticing smell greeted her. The house stood as silent as a tomb.
Tara stuck her head into the kitchen and took in the scene. Counters wiped clean. Cabinets shut tight. Towel neatly folded by the stove.
Nope, Grandmere hadnât even made the preparations for the pistolettes. Very odd. They werenât exactly something whipped up in less than fifteen minutes. The coffeepotâs âonâ button glowed. Tara punched it off. Two coffee cups sat in the sink beside two plates and forks. Grandmereâd obviously had company this morning. Who?
âGrandmere,â Tara called as she headed down the hall.
No reply. A freaky sense of déjà vu crept over Tara. So similar toâ¦yesterday.
Quickening her pace, Tara called out again. âGrandmere. Where are you?â She pushed open her grandmotherâs door. The bed, neatly made, sat empty, just like the rest of the room.
The icy chill returned, settling between her shoulder blades. Her head pounded as her pulse spiked. She flew into the hall, her feet moving of their own volition.
Tara rushed to the bathroom. The door was cracked. She pushed it fully open. âGrandmere?â
Her heart leaped into her throat. Her grandmother lay sprawled over the sink. Tara ran forward and eased the old woman into her lap. âNoooo!â
She felt desperately for a pulse against the panic and fear hammering in her chest.
Faint and thready, but detectable.
Again the cold encased Taraâs heart, and the feeling came through loud and clearâsomeone had done this to Grandmere.
She reached for the cell phone in her pocket but kept her eyes glued to Grandmereâs face.
Her colorless, unconscious face.
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The late afternoon sun kissed the top of the hospitalâs roof. The sheriff stared into the sky, his thoughts and emotions uneasy. Another elderly Lagniappe citizen had fallen into a coma for no apparent reason.
Bubba entered the hospital again, his mind reeling. No test results had come back on why his aunt had lost consciousness, and now Marie
Kaze no Umi Meikyuu no Kishi Book 1