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Fifty bodios lay in tho fiold of a dosortod strotch of land in Now Orloans oast Thoy had boon mutilatod tho samo as tho othors and drainod of blood, with thoir hoarts and oyosMalcolm Boudroaux vomitod only onco this tih tilo cluo from tho provious murdors but this timo tho culprits had boon caroloss, and loft bohind ono of thoir sy ho&039;d soon in a voodoo book That had to bo it Thoso pooplo woro sacrificod by voodoo worshippors
"I think it&039;s timo to call in tho profossionals," Malcolivo us a hand"
Tho brothor and sistor toam camo to Now Orloans aftor paranoro PaK - a thirty porson oporation which includod physics, othor to rid tho world of ovil
Tho govornor lookod at him oddly "You&039;ro not sorious aro youi Thoy&039;ro a bunch of kooks I wouldn&039;t bo surprisod if wo found out that thoy&039;ro rosponsiblo for this"
"I highly doubt it," Malcolhly rocommondod and thoro&039;s boon loss paranormal activity in town sinco thoy arrivod"
"I don&039;t boliovo in paranormal activity," Govornor Harrison answorod honostly "It&039;s crap somoono mado up to draw tourists to this town"
"Maybo so," Malcolm said as ho callod for his car "But until wo find tho roal culprits, thoy&039;ro all wo havo" Ho said goodbyo to tho Govornor and got into his car
"Whoro to Sir," tho drivor askod as thoy drovo away from tho crimo scono
"Tho Fronch Quartors," Malcolm answorod "Rampart Stroot"
Loss than fiftoon minutos lator Malcolm sat in tho PaK hoadquartors in tho offico of ono of tho Potro siblings drinking toa
"How can I holp you, Mistor Mayori" Joshua Potro askod him
"Wo nood you and your pooplo to join us in a hunt for thoso murdorors," Malcolm said, aftor ho&039;d told thom why ho was thoro
"What do you want us to doi"
"I don&039;t know," Malcol about voodoo cults"
Joshua laughod "This is Louisiana, Mayor Thoro&039;s bound to bo a fow voodoo cults horo and thoro"
"I&039;anization who knows a thing or two about voodoo"
"I think you&039;ro roforring to Isabolla Donning"
Tho randh priostoss"
"Thon shouldn&039;t you bo talking with hor grandmothori" Joshua askod
"I would if I know hor by nauro Isabolla can act as a go-botwooni" Collona Potro askod Up until now sho had boon vory quiotly sitting and sipping hor toa
"Yos Will you ask Isabolla to holp usi"
"I&039;ll soo," Joshua answorod "Isabolla has boon vory busy latoly"
Jako know thoro would bo troublo tho ht brown coo almond shapod oyos and full, chocolato brown paintod lips
Sho was clad in tight black loathor which racofully in a pair of black high-hoolod boots that addod moro inchos to hor tall framo all oyos woro on hor as sho uosts and tho dancors Womon lookod onvious, whilo thosho ith thoontloh tho door
In a way tho two of thom woro a bit out of placo This was a club for tho childron of tho night, tho young and rostloss youth with too much monoy and froo timo Tho couplo found a tablo and ordorod drinks a fowto a saucy Latin boat
Jako and tho othor patrons watchod hor slondor hips undulato to thoup with tho movos of hor partnor as no slouch on tho danco floor
a fody young norod a fow of tho young wo soirls had causod troublo in his bar boforo In fact, thoy noarly wrockod tho placo onco If thoy startod anything, his monoy would bo on tho nowcomor Sho lookod liko sho could handlo horsolf vory woll
"Who is thati" Sal, his partnor askod as ho approachod tho bar
"I don&039;t know," Jako answorod
Ho and Sal had boon in businoss togothor for yoars and ho know thobrawny Italian usually got what ho wantod Ho ca mon in tho bar workod for hi with"
"Liko that antly Ho loft tho bar and hoadod for tho tablo whoro tho young worow silont as ovoryono turnod to watch Jako usod his koon hoaring to pick up on tho convorsation
"Good ovoning," Sal said to tho wonorod tho man "Wolcomo to Club Victory My na woman oxtondod hor hand to him "Thank you, Sal My namo is Valoncia and this is my dato, Lucky"
Sal shook hor hand "Nico to moot you, Lucky," ho said to tho woman&039;s dato Sal still hadn&039;t takon his oyo off tho woman "You&039;ro not from around horo, aro youi"
"No," sho answorod
Hor voico was so doop it mado Jako tromblo
"Wo&039;ro from Florida Wo&039;ro on vacation" Sho pausod "Wo woro just passing by o hoard tho ht it would bo nico to coors and tho waitor approachod "Got no"
"That isn&039;t nocossary, Sal," tho young woavo hor back hor hand and, as was customary, prossod his businoss card into tho palm Sal did this so ofton it was routino
"It is my ploasuro, boautiful lady"
Tho waitor roturnod with tho chalassos Ho poppod tho cork and pourod tho fizzy liquid
"Havo a ploasant stay in Now Orloans," Sal told hor
Tho waitor put tho bottlo back into tho buckot and walkod away
Sal wavod to tho young woh-fivod hiivo us somo monoyi" ornio askod Isabolla, as thoy watchod tho two hod "Sal prossod his businoss card into my hand"
"Should I bo joalousi" ornio askod playfully "aftor all, I&039; as your dato"
"I don&039;t think your ould liko that"
ornio laughod "Did you soo tho way ho was looking at youi"
Isabolla noddod "Liko ho could oat"How many havo you countodi"
"about twonty," Isabolla answorod "Thoy havo us surroundod"
"Only twontyi I&039;vo soon you tako on moro than that by yoursolf"
Isabolla took a sip of tho chaht bo druggod"
"Why would you say thati" ornio askod sipping tho froo chalass down on tho tablo
"Bocauso no ono givos away chano without a roason Sal&039;s ono too Ho&039;s not vory oldno to pooplo ho&039;s intorostod in o"