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Authors: Barbara Colley

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On the off chance that Judith might come by a bit early, and with dreams of both Judith and Daniel waiting for her on her porch swing, Charlotte rushed through the remainder of her cleaning tasks at Marian Hebert’s house.
 
 
 
Neither Judith nor Daniel were waiting on her porch when she pulled into her driveway around two. But Louis was.
By the time she switched off the van and opened the door, he had already rounded the back of the van.
He stopped within two feet of the driver’s door. “It’s time we talked,” he said, getting straight to the point.
Her mind racing to find a plausible excuse for not talking to him, Charlotte climbed out of the van and slammed the door.
The minute she slammed the van door, he placed fisted hands on his hips and, glaring down at her, he said, “Just how long are you going to pout?”
“Pout? I’ll have you know I don’t pout.”
He nodded. “Oh yes you do. You definitely pout. Lately I’ve become an expert on women pouting. But I think you even have my little granddaughter beat.”
Charlotte shook her head at his comparison of her to his four-year-old granddaughter. “Oooh, that was a low blow, Louis.”
At least he had the grace to look contrite, whether he truly was or not. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” he said a bit sheepishly. “Sorry. But I’ve already apologized for the other day, so what’s it going to take for you to get over it?”
Charlotte was tempted to tell him that what it would take hadn’t been invented yet, but she held her tongue. Ever conscious that there could be a message from Judith waiting for her inside, she said, “How about I simply tell you that I accept your apology? Will that satisfy you?”
“Only if you mean it.”
He had her there. Did she mean it? Or was she being the hypocrite that Madeline had once accused her of being.
“And another thing,” he said before she could reply, “Where’s the kid? I haven’t seen or heard him now in a couple of days.”
“Davy is with his grandmother,” she replied impatiently
Louis frowned and tilted his head to the side. “His grandmother?”
“Madeline,” Charlotte clarified.
“You let him go with
her
? ”
Charlotte held up her hand. “I know, I know. You don’t have to say it. But, for your information, it was Judith’s idea, and one, I might add, that seems to have worked a miracle.”
“Now this I’ve got to hear,” he said, motioning for her to walk with him to the porch. “I’ve brewed a fresh pot of coffee, and on my way home I picked up a freshly baked angel food cake from Gambino’s. Could I bribe you into having some, so you can tell me about this miraculous change in your sister? Also, there’s another matter I need to talk to you about.”
Angel food cake?
When Charlotte had first been diagnosed as a diabetic, she’d had a couple of sessions with a dietician to find out what kinds of foods she could eat. From the dietician, she’d learned that a small piece of angel food cake was allowed once in a while. But how did Louis know that?
As if he’d read her thoughts, he said, “You can eat angel food cake, can’t you? That’s what the book said.”
“The book?”
Louis hesitated, then lowered his gaze to stare down at his shoes. “Yeah,” he muttered. “I checked out a book at the library on diabetes and read up on it.” Glancing up, his tone almost defensive, he said, “I figured if I’m going to cook for you once in a while, I needed to know what kinds of food you can eat.”
For long moments, Charlotte couldn’t seem to utter a sound. The man was an enigma, a living, breathing Jekyll and Hyde. One minute he’d make her so angry that she could chew nails, then he’d turn right around and apologize in such a way that
she
was the one who ended up feeling guilty.
Charlotte sighed. She figured if she lived to be a hundred, she’d never understand him ... or understand her attraction to him. “I’d love a cup of coffee and a piece of that cake,” she finally said. “But I’m expecting an important call, so just give me a minute to check for any phone messages.”
With Louis’s nod, Charlotte hurried to her front door, unlocked it, and went inside.
Ignoring Sweety Boy’s squawking bid for attention, she headed straight to the desk. Catching sight of the small, unblinking light on the answering machine, disappointment ripped through her. No messages. A heaviness centered in her chest, and Charlotte collapsed on the sofa. Why hadn’t Judith called yet?
Chapter Nineteen
C
harlotte kept telling herself that there could be all kinds of reasons why Judith hadn’t called. Maybe Judith hadn’t been able to talk to Will Richeaux yet, or maybe she got caught up in another case.
Or maybe she had talked to him, and he had chosen to ignore what she’d told him. “
No,” Charlotte muttered, denying the possibility. Surely there was no way he could ignore such an important lead ... was there?
Charlotte closed her eyes and, tilting her head first to one side, then to the other, she stretched the taut muscles in her neck. She could sit there and second-guess reasons till doomsday, but until she heard from Judith, there was no use in even trying to speculate how Will Richeaux would react to the information. Best to stop borrowing trouble and get her mind on something else.
With a groan, she opened her eyes and shoved herself up off the sofa. Louis was waiting, and having coffee and cake with him would at least serve as a diversion. Almost anything had to be better than sitting around, stewing and wondering about Judith and Will Richeaux.
Louis had left the front door ajar, so after a quick rap on the door frame, Charlotte let herself inside.
“Back in the kitchen,” he called out.
The one time that Charlotte had visited Judith at the Sixth District police station was before Louis had retired. When she’d seen how messy he kept his desk, she’d been appalled. And she’d worried about renting to him for just that reason.
Charlotte glanced around the living room and was pleased once again to see that, unlike the desk he’d had at work, he kept his living space neat and orderly. Everything looked to be relatively dust-free and, judging by the condition of the floors, he had recently swept and mopped.
Because she had rented the double already furnished, she knew that Louis had decided to store most of his furniture. But when he’d moved in he’d brought several choice pieces with him, including a well-worn recliner, a bookshelf full of books, and a gun cabinet, along with some paintings and sculptures. He’d also brought along his large-screen television and a state-of-the-art stereo system that took up almost a complete wall.
She’d only been inside his half of the double one other time, when he’d invited her to dinner.
figured if I’m going to cook for you once in a while, I needed to know what kinds of food you could eat.
Charlotte’s head swirled with confusion as she suddenly recalled what he’d said on the porch. Had he meant that he would be pursuing a relationship with her now?
“Really strange,” she whispered with a bewildered shake of her head. He’d been acting weird ever since her sixtieth birthday bash—ever since he’d kissed her. She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d expected to happen after he’d kissed her, but what she hadn’t expected was for him to act as if it had never happened. The man was truly an enigma.
With another shake of her head, she took a moment to admire the paintings he’d hung on the walls. And, like the first time she’d seen them, she was struck again by their beauty.
Louis’s son was an exceptionally talented artist whose work was featured in his wife’s art gallery down in the Quarter. All but one of the paintings were magnificent oils of Louisiana wildlife scenes that Stephen had painted while he was in prison. The one exception was a hauntingly sweet portrait of Louis’s little granddaughter.
When Charlotte entered the kitchen, the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. “Have a seat,” Louis told her, nodding toward one of the chairs at the table as he poured the coffee.
A grin tugged at Charlotte’s lips when she saw the table. Louis’s penchant for the more refined things in life was totally incongruous with his chauvinistic attitude and his gruff, manly persona. Yet another sign of his Jekyll-and-Hyde personality, she decided as she seated herself in the chair that he’d indicated.
The small table was covered with a white linen tablecloth. In the center of the table was a crystal vase that contained a single red rose. Next to the rose, he’d placed the angel food cake on a pedestal-type cake server made of cut glass. The table was set with silverware, creamy white china cups and saucers trimmed in gold, and dessert plates that matched the cake server.
“This looks lovely,” she told him.
Not even his gruff “Thanks” could hide how pleased he seemed that she’d noticed his efforts.
“So did you get that call you’ve been waiting for?” he asked as he sliced the cake.
“Unfortunately, no,” she answered, unable to hide her disappointment.
“Must be important.” He placed a small slice of the cake on her dessert plate.
The last thing Charlotte wanted to talk about was the call from Judith, and the last person she wanted to discuss it with was Louis.
She cut into the cake with her fork. “This cake looks delicious,
”
she said, and in an effort to delay answering him, she popped the bite of cake into her mouth.
Louis simply shook his head. “Don’t want to talk about the call, huh?”
“Well, I—”
He waved a hand. “Never mind for now. Like I said earlier, I have something I need to discuss with you, then you can tell me all about your sister’s miraculous transformation. I’ll be leaving for New York tonight, and I’ll be gone for a couple of weeks.”
Charlotte frowned. “New York?”
“It’s a special assignment for the security company I work for. Anyway, I’m having my newspaper stopped, but I was wondering if you’d mind getting my mail. I could have it stopped too, but I’d rather not have it piling up at the post office.”
Charlotte shrugged. “No need to. I can keep it for you until you get back. That way it can pile up at my house instead. ” Charlotte grinned, then said, “So ... just what is this special—”
A sudden sharp rap at the front door echoed throughout the house, and Louis and Charlotte turned their heads toward the hall doorway.
“Hey, Lou, you in there?”
The unexpected sound of her niece’s voice chased everything else out of Charlotte’s head.
Finally.
Maybe now she could find out about Will Richeaux’s reaction to being handed a new suspect.
“Yeah, Judith,” Louis called out. “We’re in the kitchen.”
Charlotte blinked, and her gaze slid quickly to Louis.
But
not here, and not now
. There was no way she wanted to discuss any of this in front of Louis, especially after the fiasco at Lowell Webster’s office.
Within seconds Judith walked through the door, and Charlotte’s insides began to knot with dread.
“Oh, hey, Aunt Charley. I was hoping that ‘we’ meant that you were over here, too.” She leaned down and hugged Charlotte, and when she pulled away, she said, “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” She eyed the table setting, cleared her throat, then waggled her eyebrows. “If I am,” she teased, “I can always come back later.”
Louis rolled his eyes, and Charlotte gave Judith what she hoped was a stern, disapproving look. Much to Charlotte’s chagrin, ever since Judith had first introduced Charlotte to Louis, she seemed to take some kind of perverse pleasure in teasing both of them.
“No, Miss Priss,” Charlotte retorted. “You’re not interrupting anything but coffee and cake.”
Unfortunately.
The second the word popped into her head, Charlotte stiffened.
Where on earth had that come from?
“Louis was just telling me that he’ll be out of town for the next couple of weeks,” Charlotte quickly added.

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