Bayou Heat by Suzanna Myatt Harvill

Author:Suzanna Myatt Harvill [Harvill, Suzanna Myatt]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781663241504
Publisher: iUniverse
Published: 2022-09-07T04:00:00+00:00

22

“I SURE WOULD feel better if I could go with you, but those test results at my office….” Dan’s voice mirrored his concern about my heading out into the far reaches of the bayou alone, as we made our way toward the back entrance to the hotel.

“No, no. Go take care of your business. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be back shortly. Won’t take me long. It’s really not that far to Aunt Darnie’s. I’m a bayou girl. I’ll be okay.”

He opened the door for me. “I need to get something from my car before I go back to the office.”

During dinner the rain had downshifted to mere spits, and lightning flickered in the distance. The distant thunder sounded like the rumblings of an upset stomach. The heat and humidity engulfed us like a super sauna. Night had not completely set in, although the clouds blocked the remaining sunlight. The late twilight was murky, sights and sounds muffled. The parking lot lights had come on automatically, their globes surrounded by a damp haze.

He’d barely closed the door behind us, when Stella came storming out. She gave us both the stink eye and continued across the wet parking lot and down the lighted path leading to her cottage.

“Guess she’s still stewing,” I commented. “Didn’t even speak to you, and you’re a paying guest.” I’d never told him I’d overheard her conversation with him and had an idea what had been going on.

“Lucky me.” He twisted his lips in a wry smile. “She didn’t speak to you either. She mad at you about something?”

“I’m at the top of her doo doo list right now. Had to ream her out about her treatment of a couple of the other employees.” I punched the remote to open the garage door. “See you later. Thanks for dinner.”

As I backed my cream colored Cadillac SUV out of my garage, I saw the lights flash on Stella’s vehicle. Probably heading for a bar to find some male companionship to sooth her ego.

If my own personal weather radar was working, I should be able to get to Aunt Darnie’s, get her loaded into my car, and be back at the hotel before the next deluge hit.

I drove through Frenchy’s Landing. Most of the businesses were closed for the night, many of them already boarded up, sand bags stacked at their doors, but the bars were doing a rambunctious business. Beer signs blinked in several windows, and the parking lots were lighted. Coming up on the intersection where Evangeline met Crescent, I noticed a silver Mercedes sportscar barreling toward the Stop sign at the junction, its driver clearly not slowing down. Even though I had the right of way, I touched my brakes. Streetlights illuminated the intersection, so there was no missing the big red sign.

The driver of the oncoming car slammed on the brakes at the last minute. Tires screamed. The car swung three hundred sixty degrees, sliding and slewing on the wet pavement, fishtailing through the intersection. It rocked to a screeching halt.

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