Sacrifice by Weis Alexandrea

Author:Weis, Alexandrea [Weis, Alexandrea]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: World Castle Publishing
Published: 2011-11-01T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“So what’s this all about, kid?” Uncle Lance asked as we sat down to brunch in the main dining room of the Court of Two Sisters Restaurant the following morning.

I gazed around the nearly empty dining room. Rows of tables were compactly arranged on the shiny black and white tiled floor. At the entrance, a group of busboys chatted with each other as they waited for the hungry diners to arrive. I looked back at my uncle. He was dressed in a casual double-breasted gray suit and black tie. His brown hair was sleeked back and he smelled of some exotic cologne. As I stared across the white linen tablecloth into my uncle’s green eyes, I struggled to find just the right words to explain why I had requested the emergency meeting.

“I need to know,” I began. “Well, I don’t need to know but…could you do something for me?”

Uncle Lance raised his dark eyebrows at me. “Is something wrong?”

“Not wrong.” I reached over to the table and nervously played with my fork. “You remember last Christmas when I brought Dallas home.” I glanced up at my uncle.

He nodded warily.

“And after you and Dad learned why he had returned home with me, I told you about David’s former boss, Simon La Roy. Well, Simon contacted me a few days ago. He’s in town and—”

“Does this have anything to do with why you were seen with Greg Caston at that Katrina benefit last night?” Uncle Lance interrupted.

My mouth fell open. “How did you know about that?”

He laughed. “Nicci, have you forgotten what a small town this is? I got three phone calls about you, Caston, and La Roy at that shindig the other night.” Uncle Lance gave a low whistle. “Please tell me you’re not involved with that horse thief Caston,” he implored.

“No, I was introduced to him by Simon La Roy. It seems there are some forged paintings of David’s floating around the art market and Simon thinks Caston may be involved.”

“I can see why La Roy called you. Caston’s had an obsession with you ever since David’s paintings hit the main stream. He wanted me to introduce you to him two years back.”

I folded my arms over my chest and glared at my uncle. “You know him?”

Uncle Lance nodded. “Yeah, we play cards together. He cheats. A lot.”

I shook my head. “Uncle Lance, next time I try to pull off any kind of covert operation in this town remind me to check with you first.”

Uncle Lance chuckled. “Kid, this is N’awlins. Everybody knows everybody down here. And if you hang out with shady characters, like I’m prone to do, then this city gets a whole lot smaller.” His eyes narrowed on mine. “Was Dallas with you at that benefit last night?” he inquired.

“Dallas kept an eye on me at the party. Simon wanted me to send Dallas back to Connecticut, but you know Dallas.” I shrugged.

“Dallas knows better than to walk away when you’re mixed up with characters like La Roy and Caston.

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