Murdered by Superstition by Dianne Harman

Author:Dianne Harman [Harman, Dianne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781722114664
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2018-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

The next afternoon, promptly at 4:00 p.m., Liz and Judy each ordered a beignet and a cup of coffee from the beautiful barista with the caramel colored complexion and then carried them out to a wrought iron table and chairs in the sun-filled courtyard of Café Due Monde.

“Judy, I don’t want to get off on the wrong foot with Jean Baptiste,” Liz said nervously. “I better get him a cup of coffee and a beignet as well. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Just as she was returning to the table, an elderly grizzled black man with tightly coiled white hair peeping out from under the hat he wore walked up to her and said, “You Ms. Lucas?” he asked.

“Yes, you must be Jean Baptiste. I got a cup of coffee and a beignet for you. Please join us.” She nodded towards the table. “This is my friend, Judy Rasmussen.

“Well, thank you, ma’am. Don’t mind if I do,” he said, sitting across the table from them. Liz pushed the coffee and the beignet over to him along with some napkins the barista had given her.

“Martine tells me a friend of yours is dead and another gots a problem. Thinks maybe I can help. True?” the grizzled old man said, before picking up the beignet and taking a bite out of it.

“I don’t know if you can help, but yes, that’s true,” Liz said as she took the dolls and the paper out of her purse. “One was put on my friend’s doorstep a few days before she died. Another was put in her locker at a fitness center and this doll was next to her body when we found her. She was murdered.” She handed them to Jean Baptiste.

The old black man stopped chewing on his beignet and looked at them. He made a subtle movement, and even though the movement was quick, Liz would swear he had just crossed himself. From the expression on Judy’s face, Liz was certain she thought the same thing.

“Missy, dese are bad, really bad. Tell me everything you know ‘bout dese things.”

“I told you so. I knew it was dangerous. I pleaded with you not to get involved and now it’s too late,” the little voice said.

Liz told him everything from the moment the doll had fallen out of Nicole’s purse at the fitness center to when Martine had called him.

“I know it’s too late for my friend, Nicole, but can you help the man who found the gris-gris on his doorstep?”

“Yes, but since you be carryin’ dese things, gotta protect you too. The spirits tell me someone has cast a spell, and a woman was murdered. They also sayin’ that the gris-gris be ‘bout breaking up some love thing. He got a love thing goin’?”

“He did, but the woman who was murdered was the woman he was going to marry.”

“Well, looks to me like someone don’t want him to live either. Whoever done it must know somebody from ‘round here, ‘cuz looks to me like someone sure knows about voodoo, and this here’s where most of it is.

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