you only ate two slices of grapefruit, lunch will be on me. Besides, I can’t wait to try some real Louisiana gumbo.”
“Well, that’s a deal! I even know the best place to eat.”
The first murder scene was out in the edge of town near a place called Metairie. It was obvious to me that it might have been a traffic stop gone badly for Officer Clements.
We talked during the drive to the second murder scene, which was in an empty lot a few blocks from the first scene. There wasn’t much to see. All the evidence was gone by now, washed away by rain or carried away by humans. Maybe even Officer Jones tried to leave a clue but now it was gone too. Still I looked around. The place was sort of secluded. A good place to meet somebody in secret I suppose.
Coffy stood back as I walked around getting a feel for the area. I turned to her.
“A perfect secluded place for a murder don’t you think,” I said.
“Perhaps. Is that what you have come up with, because I saw that the first day.”
She was smiling but she was being sarcastic. I thought about it for a second, but then smiled too. “Okay, let’s go check out the other site,” I said.
I didn’t talk much on the drive to the next scene. She had picked up on my change in demeanor and tried to get me to talking to see if she had gone too far with her sarcasm. I had her where I wanted her. Yes, she pissed me off, but now I had the advantage. She was trying everything she could to get back in friendly mode with me, but I kept her at bay. This helped me keep the information I had gathered last night to myself.
I got out of the car and closed the door gently to show that I was not upset. I walked around the area of Elysian Fields Avenue where the third officer, Officer Davies, was discovered. It was the same thing. No physical evidence.
“About what time was this officer discovered?” I asked.
“A little after 10:00pm I believe.”
“Okay thanks,” I replied. I walked back to the car with a bounce in my step. Both Officers Davies and Jones were meeting somebody in secret and I had other information also that she didn’t. Now I needed to get back to the hotel and make a phone call. But I did promise her lunch so I didn’t want to be rude.
“Ok, where do you want to go for lunch?”
She looked puzzled as if she knew I knew something that I wasn’t sharing. She probably was afraid to ask because she had spoiled those chances with her sarcasm back at the other scene.
“Well, we can go to my mom’s house. She is making gumbo today and I figured you would probably want the real thing instead of the commercial gumbo you find in restaurants.”
“Sounds good, let’s go,” I said. I kept my high going and I knew it was killing her. She wanted so bad to know why I was elated. I didn’t say a word; instead I hummed to the tunes on the radio. However, I have to admit, I wasn’t ready for the curve ball she threw at me about eating at her mom’s house—but, oh well, I was down for it.
Coffy’s mom had a white country setting home with black shutters and wood railing going around the large porch. Inside it looked like an art museum. There were paintings, small statuettes, and flowers placed throughout the house that blended softly with the furniture, and giving it a warm and cozy atmosphere.
“You have a wonderful home, Mrs. Coffy, and that gumbo was off the chain—that is I mean, great.”
“I know what you mean,” she replied. “Just because I’m older doesn’t mean I don’t understand some slang.” She smiled showing her white dentures with one solid gold tooth and one open-face crown tooth. I see where Coffy got her beauty from. Her mother did not look 65 at all. If I had to guess without ever meeting her, I would have to say she looked to be in her early 50’s.
“Jas tells me you are from Tuscaloosa.”
“Jas?” I didn’t know that Coffy’s
“Well, that’s a deal! I even know the best place to eat.”
The first murder scene was out in the edge of town near a place called Metairie. It was obvious to me that it might have been a traffic stop gone badly for Officer Clements.
We talked during the drive to the second murder scene, which was in an empty lot a few blocks from the first scene. There wasn’t much to see. All the evidence was gone by now, washed away by rain or carried away by humans. Maybe even Officer Jones tried to leave a clue but now it was gone too. Still I looked around. The place was sort of secluded. A good place to meet somebody in secret I suppose.
Coffy stood back as I walked around getting a feel for the area. I turned to her.
“A perfect secluded place for a murder don’t you think,” I said.
“Perhaps. Is that what you have come up with, because I saw that the first day.”
She was smiling but she was being sarcastic. I thought about it for a second, but then smiled too. “Okay, let’s go check out the other site,” I said.
I didn’t talk much on the drive to the next scene. She had picked up on my change in demeanor and tried to get me to talking to see if she had gone too far with her sarcasm. I had her where I wanted her. Yes, she pissed me off, but now I had the advantage. She was trying everything she could to get back in friendly mode with me, but I kept her at bay. This helped me keep the information I had gathered last night to myself.
I got out of the car and closed the door gently to show that I was not upset. I walked around the area of Elysian Fields Avenue where the third officer, Officer Davies, was discovered. It was the same thing. No physical evidence.
“About what time was this officer discovered?” I asked.
“A little after 10:00pm I believe.”
“Okay thanks,” I replied. I walked back to the car with a bounce in my step. Both Officers Davies and Jones were meeting somebody in secret and I had other information also that she didn’t. Now I needed to get back to the hotel and make a phone call. But I did promise her lunch so I didn’t want to be rude.
“Ok, where do you want to go for lunch?”
She looked puzzled as if she knew I knew something that I wasn’t sharing. She probably was afraid to ask because she had spoiled those chances with her sarcasm back at the other scene.
“Well, we can go to my mom’s house. She is making gumbo today and I figured you would probably want the real thing instead of the commercial gumbo you find in restaurants.”
“Sounds good, let’s go,” I said. I kept my high going and I knew it was killing her. She wanted so bad to know why I was elated. I didn’t say a word; instead I hummed to the tunes on the radio. However, I have to admit, I wasn’t ready for the curve ball she threw at me about eating at her mom’s house—but, oh well, I was down for it.
Coffy’s mom had a white country setting home with black shutters and wood railing going around the large porch. Inside it looked like an art museum. There were paintings, small statuettes, and flowers placed throughout the house that blended softly with the furniture, and giving it a warm and cozy atmosphere.
“You have a wonderful home, Mrs. Coffy, and that gumbo was off the chain—that is I mean, great.”
“I know what you mean,” she replied. “Just because I’m older doesn’t mean I don’t understand some slang.” She smiled showing her white dentures with one solid gold tooth and one open-face crown tooth. I see where Coffy got her beauty from. Her mother did not look 65 at all. If I had to guess without ever meeting her, I would have to say she looked to be in her early 50’s.
“Jas tells me you are from Tuscaloosa.”
“Jas?” I didn’t know that Coffy’s
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