Imogene in New Orleans by Hunter Murphy

Author:Hunter Murphy
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Rolltop Publishing
Published: 2014-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

“No wonder Neil’s been so defensive about Thurston. His reaction was confusing me in their upstairs room with Allen.” Jackson smacked the hotel ironing board.

“What?” Billy was busy taking an inventory of the items in his satchel.

“You know, on the second floor of their house, in the camelback, where we taped all those names, those persons of interest. I couldn’t figure out what was going on with Neil when I mentioned Thurston. Gosh, Neil wasn’t saying anything about ‘TH’ because he knew who TH was.” Jackson peeked out the glass on the French doors. He saw Neil speaking with Thurston right where he’d left them.

Billy put his satchel aside and sprawled on the bed. “Come here, Jackson. Let it go. Who cares?” Jackson went over to him.

“I was so worried about you,” Billy said, rubbing his partner’s arm.

“I was fine. The worst part was being stuck in Lena’s attic and then getting attacked by Buddy on the ferry. My back still hurts. That dude’s strong.” Jackson reached around to massage his neck. “I’m glad to be with you again, my pomegranate.” He felt the piece of paper with suspects crinkling in his pocket. “I think we’ve been lied to ever since we’ve been here. I hope Neil doesn’t take Thurston back to his house, especially with your mother in the car. He looked so chummy with him, which is odd because Thurston acted like a closed book toward me in the park, and then he fled as soon as I turned my back. No, I don’t like this one bit. Did you notice Thurston smiling at Neil like he was Mr. Gregarious?” Jackson looked down at Billy and his blue eyes.

Billy said, “Something’s wrong with them all. I haven’t met one person who doesn’t have something odd going on.”

“You’re right, my peach. But don’t get so discouraged. At least we didn’t do anything wrong. We’re clean as a whistle. Innocent as coo doves.” Jackson popped out of bed and began removing things from his pockets. “You know what would do our bodies good? A nice swim.”

Billy rolled over and glanced at the emptied loot on the rumpled duvet cover. “Jackson Miller, is that why Buddy was shooting at us?” Billy picked up one of the gorgeous figurines and looked at it more closely. He rubbed the Mardi Gras court jester wearing a funny hat and oversized shoes. The character clutched several strands of Carnival beads. Billy raised it up to the sun pouring through the French doors. Its green color changed shades in the light.

“Possibly. That’s what I was saying. You worry too much. You need to relax in some good, chlorinated water. Besides, I took those to find out how some of these people would act when they see them. Neil certainly acted funny.” Jackson unbuttoned his shirt and put on his swimsuit.

Billy put one of the carved pieces on the pillow beside him. “Well, I’m not interested in these people’s reactions, if by ‘people’ you mean Catfish, Pirate, TH, Canebrake, Lena, and Lieutenant Rogers.

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