Arcanorum by C.L. Bevill

Author:C.L. Bevill
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: suspense, mystery, paranormal, louisiana, bevill, lake people
Publisher: C.L. Bevill

Chapter 16

No one dreams of going to where they will kill him.

– African proverb

Trying to understand someone who was more than reluctant to share information was no little amount of difficult. Jane wanted to scream at the other one in her mind. Give me more! Of all the people on this earth, I’m the one who can understand the most bizarre! Look at what’s happened, what’s happening now! But she had a very good idea that he would only give her what he could and nothing more.

Perhaps he’s as conflicted as I am. Jane sighed heavily, trying to dispel the vexation and underlying fear. The Hispanic girl shot her an odd look and turned to watch where they were going. The van headed into the Quarter and then bypassed it for the central business district. Traffic was running a little heavy. It took her a moment to figure out that it was Friday and everyone had places to go on a Friday morning in New Orleans.

“You know about this place?” the Hispanic girl whispered to Jane after a few minutes. Her accent was heavy, and the agitation on her face was palpable.

“The Barbeau Building?” Jane asked.

“Sí. You know about it?”

Jane looked at the driver. The radio was on, blaring country music from tinny speakers. A woman sang about how her boyfriend left her and how much she was crying into her pillow at night. The driver tapped his fingers along to the music. He watched the traffic and sang under his breath. He wasn’t paying attention to Jane or his other passengers.

It didn’t seem different from the other jobs Jane had gone on for Titus Perdue. He picked crews for specific jobs. He gave them instructions, or he gave the drivers instructions. The driver delivered them to the building and unloaded the necessary equipment. Jane had seen the mops and cleaning supplies in the back of the van when she’d climbed in, not whips and chains. Sometimes the driver stayed and supervised. More often, the driver returned to Titus to run other crews around.

“No. What’s the problem?” Jane asked the girl.

“They say people go in this building, never come back out,” the girl muttered. She clutched a medium-sized cross hanging from a gold chain around her neck. “That man, Señor Titus, he pick only young women to go in.” She looked at the driver to see if he was interested in what she was saying. He wasn’t. “Me? I got a family. They’d know if I went missing. But who would they tell? The policía don’t care about no migratorios.”

Okay, I didn’t want to hear this. “If Titus lost all his employees in some freaky building, he wouldn’t have any left,” Jane said in response. “Then he wouldn’t make money and get to go sailing on his big boat. It would be all bad-bad for everyone.” See. Don’t be silly. I’m paranoid, but the poor immigrant worker without papers shouldn’t be afraid. She swallowed. Hell yes, she should be afraid.

The third woman said, “We’ve all heard things about the Barbeau Building.

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