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She was pretty sure that she’d been quite a surprise to his up You’re in the last bedroom on the left-hand side once I’s up for you," he offered
"It’s okay I never travel hat I can’t carry I’ll be right down"
She felt his blue gaze on her as she grabbed her carry-on and her shoulder bag As she reached the landing, she saw that there were three rooms to her left; the first seee on the floor by the foot of the bed The rooold ined that Regina had carefully planned it as a guest room, which, definitely, did not sound like the act of a wo suicide In fact, frothe house the perfect hoela wasn’t an expert on the depression that led to suicide, so she couldn’t really be sure how peopletheir own lives A call to a few forensic psychiatrists was in order
"Any particular cuisine in mind?" Jackson asked her as she caly "It is New Orleans," she told him "Anywhere"
"Most places are open until at least ten How about Irene’s?"
"Lovely"
They locked the house and strolled two silent blocks down to Royal, passing the burst of sound that was Bourbon as they did so Two ht, lest the revelers become a bit too happy Co the cheapness of an establishment’s drinks, the wonders of the band or the exotic talents of the dancers within a certain club
Even when Jackson was approached by a slightly long-in-the-tooth wo him to an upstairs establishment to see Wicked Wanda on a pole, he seeht," he told the hawker
"She can come, too!"
"It’s okay--I know that I’d just love Wicked Wanda," Angela said "But we’re heading off to dinner"
"We serve food!" the wo s are five dollars a shot, pants up or down"
"And then the servers bring you your food," Jackson said, grinning "Sorry," he lied, "we have reservations"
They ed to elude the persistent woman, and walk quickly on down to Royal where they reached relative quiet Royal Street was known for its antiques shops and boutiques, and wasat Irene’s, they were ushered past the first dining roo old tunes, nicely perfor "At Last" Jackson asked her if she’d like a drink, and she opted for a cabernet
"You know, I could get the drinks," she told hirinned "We’re on an expense account Let me use the company’s money"
"I wonder what the taxpayers would think about that," she murmured
"Actually, Adam Harrison funds the special unit I believe he started off in a nice financial place at birth, and h investe his people, I think, would be drinks and dinner after digging up a corpse"
"Bones," she corrected
"Dead
By the time he acquired the drinks, the hostess returned to lead theela had always liked Irene’s; the food was delicious, there were fine white cloths on the table, and the noise level was at a gentle huela couldn’t help but note the way Jackson fascinated their server She herself had set out to dislike the ainst hireat deal about everyone on his tea about hih to stand just an inch or so above most men, he had an easy courteous manner and a slow smile that appeared to enchant everyone around him Perhaps it was natural that he should attract attention
"So, here we are, one day in Body--discovered," he said, taking a s of his scotch on the rocks
"It was only logical," she said
He laughed "Only logical That man has been buried beneath the stairs since Reconstruction, and you found hiical person," she said, running her fingers up the stelass
"So, what’s your story?" he asked her
"You know my story You have the dossiers I start the questions"
"Okay, shoot"
"What’s your background?" she asked
He grinned "Obvious, I’d say"
"American Indian What kind?"
"Cheyenne"
"And what else?"
"English--well, Scottish, originally, but rew up in London"
"Cool Are your parents alive?"
"No My o, my father had a heart attack four weeks later"