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stop, but walking by he’d been close enough to see a photo of Old Glory on the page when he’d glanced down to check out her cleavage. She’d looked up, sat up, asked him about the scar on his shoulder that was nothing, a burn suffered years ago as a kid when he and his dirt bike had tussled and the dirt bike’s tailpipe had won.
    They’d talked until the sun had gone down, then talked for most of the night. He’d slept on the sofa in the living room of her beach house. He’d assumed it was a rental, learned the next morning when her parents walked in that it was family owned. Her family was nothing like his. They cared. They consulted. They were close. No one ruled the roost, or set down laws they demanded go unchallenged. Was it any wonder he’d fallen so hard? Not only had he found the woman he wanted to be his partner, he’d found a second home that made his first almost bearable.
    Knowing what she did about where he’d come from, she’d insisted repeatedly that the choice to live in Louisiana as his wife was an easy one to make. Digging into the genealogy of the Landry family had been her way of proving to him that there was a bigger Landry picture than the one painted by Bear.
    Terrill scrubbed his hands over his face. Jesus Christ. How in the world was he going to tel l her parents that he hadn’t taken care of her as he’d sworn to do the day they’d exchanged vows? He couldn’t think straight. He was no good for anything having to do with this case. How could he be when all he could see were Lisa’s soft blue eyes?
    She’d still been half asleep when he’d left for work on Monday. She’d smiled, her voice husky and low as she’d told him she’d be spending the morning going through the boxes in Bear’s attic, but if he wanted to stop by for lunch, he could nibble on her in bed. The attic. The boxes. Terrill’s head came up. His men had gone through the room for clues, had canvassed the grounds with dogs, had turned over every piece of garbage hoping to find a trail. But no one had looked closely yet at the boxes’ contents, at what Lisa might have found.
    Someone needed to put the photos and records and multitude of stored documents under a magnifying glass. And other than Bear, the only person who knew enough about the Landry family to sort out the public lies from the private truths was Terrill himself. He turned the ignition and put the car into gear, pulled slowly out of the parking lot, feeling not only sober but also hopeful. Bear never left Red’s before midnight. Terrill had a good four hours to dig through the graveyard of his father’s life.

Six
    M icky Ferrer wasn’t sure what she was doing or how she’d wound up in this dive. Oh, she knew she’d boarded her flight out of JFK Tuesday at five-thirty a.m., changed planes in Houston, arrived in New Orleans around one, and hired a driver to get her to the French Quarter.
    She’d checked in early at the Monteleone and slept away the rest of the day. Then she’d slept away most of the night, but only after leaving Papi a voice mail saying she’d be out of town a few days, not to worry, and yes, yes, she was sorry. All of that she knew. But none of that really answered the question niggling at her now that she was sober and facing what she’d done from a distance. Why had she thought that coming here was going to solve a thing?
    First thing Wednesday, she’d rented a car in the city, found a small boutique with clothes she wouldn’t hate being caught dead in when her body was found after Papi killed her, and then explained to the in-dash GPS where it was she wanted to go. The rest of the day had been a wild-goose chase, taking her from one swamp to another—or so it had seemed while she’d been trying to find the hole-in-the-wall that was Bayou Allain. Once she had, the goose had been no easier to catch. She’d explained to the guy named Kingdom how she couldn’t get anyone in town to answer a single question. No one but