Dead and Breakfast (The New Orleans Go Cup Chronicles Book 2) by Colleen Mooney

now it was playing over and over in my head. “Dante brought this to me without me asking him, and saw Jiff there making me breakfast. Your attorney would have gotten it anyway.”
    “Whoa, Cowgirl. Back up to the part where Jiff was making you breakfast. So-o-o-o, things are moving along?” Julia’s big grin had me uncomfortable and I was trying to decide just how much to tell her.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    I went into my office early Monday since I had a lot to catch up on after taking two days off last week, one getting Julia out of jail and Friday to go to The Fest with Jiff. My voicemail was full and not accepting any more messages so I set about clearing that up. The secretary informed me that two DEA guys were there and asked if I could meet with them. They had subpoenas for my office to pull the phone records of several people to see who called them on their birthdays. Even drug dealers call their mothers on Mother’s Day and birthdays. The subpoenas were for phone records of mothers and/or girlfriends of drug dealers and felony murder suspects. The DEA wanted to see if they could get a lead on where some of them might be located by investigating the calls made to their women on their birthdays.
    When they left I called Dante and told him what the DEA wanted and asked him why didn’t the police get a subpoena for Julia’s phone records to see who made calls to her leading up to the murder. I told him about Julia remembering a woman calling without leaving her name. I said it might be a jilted girlfriend, or his ex-girlfriend who might know who he met up with when he came to town.
    “Why isn’t Julia’s big attorney…” he paused and I knew he wanted to link Jiff to me but then thought better of it, “…asking for the phone records?”
    “I don’t know and I guess I can call him and suggest it. I could pull them and look at them, but I don’t want my inappropriate discovery to negatively impact the results if this can help Julia, and I really think it would shed some light on who was calling and looking for him. Besides, I don’t want to lose my job. Who would feed my dogs?”
    “I’ll pull them but you do know they go right into evidence no matter what?” There was a pause and then he sounded like the Dante I grew up with when he added, “I’d feed your dogs.”
    “Yes, but I really believe there might be something there to help her or cast doubt. Thank you for feeding my dogs if I wind up in the pokey.” There were a few moments of awkward silence where I tried to figure out what to say next. Dante was the first to break it.
    “If you meet me this evening for a drink, I’ll tell you what I find. I can’t give you anything written. Her attorney will have to subpoena the info or get it in discovery.” Then he paused again briefly before he added, “You’re probably busy tonight.”
    “No, I’m not busy tonight. I was just trying to decide where to meet you and what time. I have to pick up a little rescue from the vet who is going to his new home tomorrow but I can meet you after I let the dogs out and feed them. Is 6:00 or 6:30 after work O.K. with you?”
    “Make it 6:30 so you have enough time and I’ll meet you at Napoleon House.” Dante knew this was my favorite spot in the French Quarter to have a cocktail and dinner.
    “O.K. I’ll see you there… and Dante, thanks.”
    “Don’t thank me until you see what I find.” He hung up.
    ***
    When I walked into the Napoleon House, Dante was sitting at the bar waiting. He stood up when he saw me and pulled the bar stool next to him out for me. He was drinking a beer and I was about to order, when a dark rum and tonic with three limes showed up before me. It always made me feel good when he anticipated exactly what I wanted. He wasn’t much of a talker, definitely more of a doer.
    This felt so comfortable, the way we were before that parade kiss with Jiff, meeting after work to discuss our day. I’m sure neither