In their dark depths was the soul of an artist.
“Yes. You are a very good person.” I smiled at him and felt my heart flutter a little. He was so different than Tommy Lee. Not that I should be comparing them, since I wasn’t thinking about dating Miguel. Still . . .
He laughed outright at that statement. “And you can tell this by looking into my eyes?”
“No. I have an extra sense about this. I got it from Uncle Saul. He loves food, too. We can tell things about a person by looking at them. Delia is a good person, too.”
“Any witches or voodoo priestesses in your family tree?”
“Not that I know of. I suppose it’s possible. I’ll have to ask Uncle Saul. My parents would never discuss something like that, even if they knew about it.”
He finished eating and drank the rest of his sweet tea. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”
“So . . . are you?”
“Am I a good person?” He threw his plate and cup into the trash. “I believe people show themselves with their deeds. In which case,
you
are a good person, Zoe Chase. I guess we’ll have to know each other a little better for you to know if your assessment of me is correct.”
I was more than willing to go along with that plan. The sun had warmed the day considerably, and I removed my peach-colored jacket. The white silk top beneath it was pretty and feminine. I thought it showed off my skin . . . and other attributes . . . very nicely. I hoped Miguel would notice.
“That’s fine.” I tried to keep my tone cool and light. “What do we need to do first for Delia?”
“She’ll have a bond hearing this afternoon. I don’t think she’ll make bail.”
“How much do you think it will be?”
“I’m not sure. Nothing, if a property owner agrees to put up collateral. As long as she doesn’t skip town, the property goes back to the owner after the trial.”
“Okay. I can take care of that. What about looking for the real killer so we can clear Delia’s name?”
“That’s Patti’s job. Do you need a lift somewhere?”
“I’m going to wait for them to finish whatever they’re doing with my food truck. Thanks. You know the police aren’t going to look for anyone else, right? Delia’s a good suspect.”
“I serve the court, Zoe. I don’t believe the police quit looking because they think they have the killer. Patti will follow through. She’s a good cop.”
“I suppose you know best. I thought finding the killer would be top of the list, that’s all.”
“Giving Delia a good defense is top of the list for me. I’ll interview as many people who knew Terry as I can find. People might be willing to testify on Delia’s behalf. I’ll let you know if anything out of the ordinary comes up. Patti will take care of it, if it does.”
That was much different than I’d expected. I thought we’d be investigating, too. Maybe Miguel had too many expectations of the Mobile Police Department. I was sure they’d do their best, but they were understaffed and underfunded, like all police departments. They’d probably welcome a little help.
My cell phone rang—it was Detective Latoure. My food truck was being released. All I had to do was go to the impound lot and sign for it.
“I might need to take you up on that offer of a ride,” I told Miguel. “Do you know where the impound lot is?”
He knew where it was. We got in his car and drove there. Along the way, we talked about general subjects. He liked Mardi Gras. I liked Mardi Gras. He had his tonsils. I had mine removed when I was six.
“What made you decide to become a lawyer?” I asked as we followed slowly through some heavy traffic.
“I was the first person in my family to graduate from college. I wanted to impress people. That’s why I joined a big law firm for a while. It was good money. When I realized that wasn’t what I was looking for, I joined the DA’s office. I wanted to make my mark on the world and put away bad guys.”
I wanted so badly
“Yes. You are a very good person.” I smiled at him and felt my heart flutter a little. He was so different than Tommy Lee. Not that I should be comparing them, since I wasn’t thinking about dating Miguel. Still . . .
He laughed outright at that statement. “And you can tell this by looking into my eyes?”
“No. I have an extra sense about this. I got it from Uncle Saul. He loves food, too. We can tell things about a person by looking at them. Delia is a good person, too.”
“Any witches or voodoo priestesses in your family tree?”
“Not that I know of. I suppose it’s possible. I’ll have to ask Uncle Saul. My parents would never discuss something like that, even if they knew about it.”
He finished eating and drank the rest of his sweet tea. “I guess that’s good enough for me.”
“So . . . are you?”
“Am I a good person?” He threw his plate and cup into the trash. “I believe people show themselves with their deeds. In which case,
you
are a good person, Zoe Chase. I guess we’ll have to know each other a little better for you to know if your assessment of me is correct.”
I was more than willing to go along with that plan. The sun had warmed the day considerably, and I removed my peach-colored jacket. The white silk top beneath it was pretty and feminine. I thought it showed off my skin . . . and other attributes . . . very nicely. I hoped Miguel would notice.
“That’s fine.” I tried to keep my tone cool and light. “What do we need to do first for Delia?”
“She’ll have a bond hearing this afternoon. I don’t think she’ll make bail.”
“How much do you think it will be?”
“I’m not sure. Nothing, if a property owner agrees to put up collateral. As long as she doesn’t skip town, the property goes back to the owner after the trial.”
“Okay. I can take care of that. What about looking for the real killer so we can clear Delia’s name?”
“That’s Patti’s job. Do you need a lift somewhere?”
“I’m going to wait for them to finish whatever they’re doing with my food truck. Thanks. You know the police aren’t going to look for anyone else, right? Delia’s a good suspect.”
“I serve the court, Zoe. I don’t believe the police quit looking because they think they have the killer. Patti will follow through. She’s a good cop.”
“I suppose you know best. I thought finding the killer would be top of the list, that’s all.”
“Giving Delia a good defense is top of the list for me. I’ll interview as many people who knew Terry as I can find. People might be willing to testify on Delia’s behalf. I’ll let you know if anything out of the ordinary comes up. Patti will take care of it, if it does.”
That was much different than I’d expected. I thought we’d be investigating, too. Maybe Miguel had too many expectations of the Mobile Police Department. I was sure they’d do their best, but they were understaffed and underfunded, like all police departments. They’d probably welcome a little help.
My cell phone rang—it was Detective Latoure. My food truck was being released. All I had to do was go to the impound lot and sign for it.
“I might need to take you up on that offer of a ride,” I told Miguel. “Do you know where the impound lot is?”
He knew where it was. We got in his car and drove there. Along the way, we talked about general subjects. He liked Mardi Gras. I liked Mardi Gras. He had his tonsils. I had mine removed when I was six.
“What made you decide to become a lawyer?” I asked as we followed slowly through some heavy traffic.
“I was the first person in my family to graduate from college. I wanted to impress people. That’s why I joined a big law firm for a while. It was good money. When I realized that wasn’t what I was looking for, I joined the DA’s office. I wanted to make my mark on the world and put away bad guys.”
I wanted so badly
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