Noel Galliano has always wanted her own business, and despite critics who believe she won’t succeed, she opens a tiny French Quarter voodoo shop. What she doesn’t count on is finding a dismembered corpse upstairs. Detective Mattieu Bergeron is considered a screw up around the District Station, until he puts away the Bayou Ripper. Then another body is found mutilated, and both his arrest and his competence are thrown into question. Matt and Noel must worth together to solve this terrifying crime in the Big Easy… and along the way, they fall in love.
Matt squatted beside the dead girl and examined her twisted, pale neck. Sure enough, a dark red line was gouged into her skin. He sighed. “Okay. Where’s CSU?”
“On the way.”
“Make sure they get plenty of pictures of her neck.”
“I’ve got it covered.”
Something in Crawford’s tone made Matt look up. The ME’s dark eyes gleamed with derision. Anger boiled inside Matt, but he held it in check. No way would he let the bastard know his air of superiority bothered Matt in the least. Damn it. Gage Simms had soured everyone against him.
He gritted his teeth and came to his feet. “Any witnesses?”
“No idea.” Crawford peered down his sharp nose at Matt and jerked his head toward the other end of the alley, where two uniformed officers lurked in semi-darkness. “Ask the first guys on scene.”
“All right.” Matt’s heart raced. He dug out his pad and pen and made a few notes. Even his big collar two days ago, when he’d single-handedly brought in the Bayou Ripper, hadn’t silenced his critics. His former partner’s constant barbs had alienated everyone in the district station, and now that the jerk had been elevated to commander, Matt was seriously considering asking for a transfer. He started down the alley, and his cell phone rang.
With a sharp curse, he jerked it off his belt. “Bergeron.”
“Matt.” Speak of the devil. It was Gage Simms. “Got another one for you.”
“You can’t be serious.” Matt halted. “I just got here.”
“I’ll send someone else. Get your ass over here. To Vous Deux, on Esplanade.”
“That new voodoo shop?”
“Yeah. And Matt — I told you so.”
“What are you talking about?” A sick feeling swirled in the pit of Matt’s stomach.
Simms laughed. “You’ll see when you get here.”
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