Drive Thru Murder by Colleen Mooney

Author:Colleen Mooney [Mooney, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: crime, New Orleans, police, Mardi Gras, Dog, bars, Schnauzer
ISBN: 9780990552758
Publisher: New Orleans Fast Dog Publishing
Published: 2017-04-06T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

When I left Sandra’s house, I knew the body found in the French Quarter this morning was her rival. I had to call Dante back and tell him what Sandra said and it was not going to be fun. This information would now put me in contact with him for three murders. The good news, if there is ever any good news regarding murders, is any other detective I would call might think I had something to do with them.

“Dante, it’s me. Can you meet me somewhere for coffee?”

“Now? You want to talk now? I’m kinda busy right this minute.”

“When can you meet me for ten minutes? This isn’t about us, but I need to talk to you. Trust me, you’ll want to hear what I have to say, and sooner rather than later.”

“Oh no. Does this have to do with…

“Look, I’ll explain everything in person, not over the phone,” I said.

“Ok. I’ll meet you at the Morning Call coffee stand in City Park—in thirty.”

“See you there.” I said, but he had already hung up. The police department should have a mandatory phone etiquette class for everyone they employ. Hanging up without saying goodbye was just rude. It was my biggest pet peeve and really irked me when someone I knew did it to me. Dante had been raised with better manners.

I parked along the tennis courts opposite the Morning Call coffee stand under the sprawling oak trees opposite the Peristyle that sat alongside the lagoon. Coming to this spot put me in a nostalgic mood. Before the famous coffee and beignet stand moved here, it used to be an old casino in New Orleans and then it was a concession stand for paddle boat or canoe rentals when I was a kid.

You could rent the boats around the back where it faced the lagoon, but inside was soft-serve ice cream and a photo booth. Dante and I had taken silly photos here once when we were kids. I remembered it like it was yesterday. It was his idea so he paid with his own allowance money, putting the quarters in the machine. I was in first grade and he was in second.

The booth spit out four photos on a strip that we waited for anxiously. In all of them I was looking into the camera smiling and Dante was looking at me. In the last photo snapped, he impulsively gave me a quick kiss on the cheek caught on the film. He took the one of us kissing because I was afraid my parents would see it and I’d be in trouble. He gave me two and the ones he kept are still in his wallet to this day.

My photos are in a box at home with my letters from him when he was in the military. Letters he never signed I miss you, I love you, I can’t wait to see you. Nothing like that. Most of his letters had to do with what he had to eat that day or a new gun or weapon he was being assigned to learn.

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