back on please.”
The phone was silent for a few seconds and then I heard Charlotte’s sweet sensual voice.
“Baby, I…” I must have sounded scared or something. She cut in.
“We are okay, Honey. Concentrate on the case and be safe, okay?”
Part of me wanted to say the hell with New Orleans and take my ass back home. I probably would have if Charlotte didn’t support me the way she does.
“Okay, I’ll try,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied and hung up.
Chapter 5
I tried to get some sleep but it was difficult. The thought of that bastard Burncutt on the loose made me boil that I wasn’t there by Charlotte. And also the fact that somebody tried to kill a possible witness last night in my presence because he thinks the person might know something or know them. I needed some coffee.
I could have made it in my room but I felt the walls closing in and so I got dressed and took the elevator to the front lobby. It was 6:00. Early risers were still eating in the restaurant. The coffee smelled great. I went to the courtesy bar and made me a cup. It was very black, bitter stuff, but delicious in its way. Enough cream and sugar and I could see why café au lait in New Orleans was the way to start the day.
I looked around the lobby. The sun was starting to break through the dim morning sky. The front desk clerks were doing a shift change and the housekeepers were coming in to work as well. The French Quarter was coming to life before my very eyes.
I walked outside with my cup in my hand. The aroma of food filled the air. The air in New Orleans is always fragrant with coffee and spices. I figured I would go back in and sit down to a quick breakfast off the hot bar before going Detective Coffy arrived.
I walked inside the restaurant. A waitress escorted me to a table. The breakfast bar was very attractive—with French bread, doughnuts, and fruit. I was going to eat light though because that pizza was very filling last night. I sat down and ordered a glass of orange juice and some water. The waitress then directed me to the plates at the hot bar and then walked off to get my beverages.
The bacon looked crisp, the sausages smelled spicy, and the eggs were fluffy. The biscuits looked like they could float and the grits were drowning in melted butter. I was going to hate myself later but I only had the stomach for a couple of pieces of bacon and a small portion of eggs.
I walked back to my table and sat down to eat. The waitress had returned with my water and juice. Just as I was about to dig in, I looked up and noticed that Detective Coffy had walked in to get her a table. I watched her for a minute to see if she had noticed me. She didn’t. Perhaps she was hungry too and wanted to get something before the meeting. I waved at her and got her attention. She smiled and walked my way.
“Well, good morning, Detective Jackson.”
“Good Morning to you also,” I said biting a piece of bacon.
She told the waitress to bring her a glass of water. “I’ll be right back,” she said.
She walked over to the cold bar and picked up a grapefruit and came back to the table.”
“That doesn’t look like a good breakfast,” I said breaking the ice.
“Well, I’m trying to watch my diet.” I nodded. I usually am very careful with loaded comments like that from a woman. I learned long ago to just be silent and change the subject.
“New Orleans is not bad,” I said placing a fork full of eggs in my mouth.
“No it’s not. It’s a lot of history here—rich history. Perhaps after the meeting I could show you around some. The French Quarter is a high tourist area.”
“I would like that,” I said, watching her peel the grapefruit.
“So how did you sleep?” she asked.
“Well, everything was new to me so I didn’t sleep much. I just watched TV until at some point it started watching me.”
She
The phone was silent for a few seconds and then I heard Charlotte’s sweet sensual voice.
“Baby, I…” I must have sounded scared or something. She cut in.
“We are okay, Honey. Concentrate on the case and be safe, okay?”
Part of me wanted to say the hell with New Orleans and take my ass back home. I probably would have if Charlotte didn’t support me the way she does.
“Okay, I’ll try,” I said. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she replied and hung up.
Chapter 5
I tried to get some sleep but it was difficult. The thought of that bastard Burncutt on the loose made me boil that I wasn’t there by Charlotte. And also the fact that somebody tried to kill a possible witness last night in my presence because he thinks the person might know something or know them. I needed some coffee.
I could have made it in my room but I felt the walls closing in and so I got dressed and took the elevator to the front lobby. It was 6:00. Early risers were still eating in the restaurant. The coffee smelled great. I went to the courtesy bar and made me a cup. It was very black, bitter stuff, but delicious in its way. Enough cream and sugar and I could see why café au lait in New Orleans was the way to start the day.
I looked around the lobby. The sun was starting to break through the dim morning sky. The front desk clerks were doing a shift change and the housekeepers were coming in to work as well. The French Quarter was coming to life before my very eyes.
I walked outside with my cup in my hand. The aroma of food filled the air. The air in New Orleans is always fragrant with coffee and spices. I figured I would go back in and sit down to a quick breakfast off the hot bar before going Detective Coffy arrived.
I walked inside the restaurant. A waitress escorted me to a table. The breakfast bar was very attractive—with French bread, doughnuts, and fruit. I was going to eat light though because that pizza was very filling last night. I sat down and ordered a glass of orange juice and some water. The waitress then directed me to the plates at the hot bar and then walked off to get my beverages.
The bacon looked crisp, the sausages smelled spicy, and the eggs were fluffy. The biscuits looked like they could float and the grits were drowning in melted butter. I was going to hate myself later but I only had the stomach for a couple of pieces of bacon and a small portion of eggs.
I walked back to my table and sat down to eat. The waitress had returned with my water and juice. Just as I was about to dig in, I looked up and noticed that Detective Coffy had walked in to get her a table. I watched her for a minute to see if she had noticed me. She didn’t. Perhaps she was hungry too and wanted to get something before the meeting. I waved at her and got her attention. She smiled and walked my way.
“Well, good morning, Detective Jackson.”
“Good Morning to you also,” I said biting a piece of bacon.
She told the waitress to bring her a glass of water. “I’ll be right back,” she said.
She walked over to the cold bar and picked up a grapefruit and came back to the table.”
“That doesn’t look like a good breakfast,” I said breaking the ice.
“Well, I’m trying to watch my diet.” I nodded. I usually am very careful with loaded comments like that from a woman. I learned long ago to just be silent and change the subject.
“New Orleans is not bad,” I said placing a fork full of eggs in my mouth.
“No it’s not. It’s a lot of history here—rich history. Perhaps after the meeting I could show you around some. The French Quarter is a high tourist area.”
“I would like that,” I said, watching her peel the grapefruit.
“So how did you sleep?” she asked.
“Well, everything was new to me so I didn’t sleep much. I just watched TV until at some point it started watching me.”
She
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