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standing directly in front of Marie Laveau.” I did as asked. “Okay, now close your eyes and stand perfectly straight, facing forward.” Again, I did as asked. “Now, open your eyes and tell me what you see.”
“Andalyn Dixon.”
Chapter 12
Alex had both eyebrows raised. “It appears that Marie Laveau is guiding you.”
We rushed over to the Andalyn Dixon exhibit. I took off my stilettos and then grabbed the small camera from my evening bag. “Cover for me, stand by the doorway and let me know when Greg is coming back.” I climbed up onto the exhibit platform and landed right behind the sitting mannequin of Andalyn Dixon.
Alex reached up to grab me, but it was too late, I was already on the other side of the security rope. “Are you nuts? What are you doing?”
“Shhh, not now Alex, just do as I ask. Get over to the doorway and watch for Greg.”
I snapped photos as fast as my camera would allow. Wide angle shots of the entire exhibit and close-ups of Andalyn, her clothing and accessories. I captured every teeny-tiny detail I could in my hectic rush to collect clues. I paid close attention to the furniture, the wallpaper and especially the wall mounted framed newspaper articles that reported on the life and death of Andalyn. I was lifting Andalyn’s skirt to get a closer look of the vanity bench she was sitting on when Alex whistled loudly. I looked in his direction, and then snapped a quick photo of the vanity bench. Alex whistled again, and this time he was wildly gesturing with both hands for me to get down. I scooted off the stage and was putting my shoes back on when Greg walked in on us.
“Uh, Miss Delaney, is there a problem?”
“Oh, uh, one of my heels seems wobbly. I’m trying to figure out what the problem is. You know, I think I’ll just go barefoot, rather than take the chance of stumbling and tripping on a broken heel.” I walked over to Alex, barefoot with my shoes in hand. “Ready?”
As soon as we were out of sight of the museum, I slipped my shoes on. “Whew, that was a close call.”
Alex held my hand tighter, “Obviously, I need to keep a tighter rein on you. What in the world were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that what you said could be true. What if Marie Laveau is telling me to examine that exhibit as a way of finding clues to Andalyn’s mystery? To see as she would see?”
“You mean, as a clairvoyant?”
“No. As a voodoo queen and from the point of observance, of where her booth is, looking out on the room, with a beeline view of Andalyn.”
Alex halted in mid-step and turned to me. “What in the world are you talking about? Shannon, this is not some backwater bayou in Louisiana. San Diego is, and has been from the earliest days of its founding, a thriving merchant sea-trade city of culture.”
“Really, a thriving merchant sea-trade city of culture? For your information, Alex, you just gave an accurate description of New Orleans. Come on, I have photos to download into my computer and begin analyzing.” Now, it was I who grabbed his hand and held on tight, I pulled him from the sidewalk to cross the street. “Let’s get home.”
We arrived home in ten minutes and I dashed upstairs. After changing into comfy clothes I downloaded the pictures to my computer. Just as the thumbnail picture index popped up on the screen, Alex tapped on my door. “It’s open,” I called out.
Alex entered with two mugs of coffee in hand. He handed a mug to me. “I figured that we might be up for a while.” He pulled up a chair. “What exactly are we looking for?”
“Basically, everything and anything. I’ll know when I see it. Thanks for the coffee.” I smiled. Alex had also changed into comfortable clothing. He was wearing jeans and the blue sweater I gave him for his birthday this past year. My thoughts wavered for a moment, I wondered what Eric was wearing at this very minute.
“What’s on your mind, Shannon?”
“When you wear that sweater,
“Andalyn Dixon.”
Chapter 12
Alex had both eyebrows raised. “It appears that Marie Laveau is guiding you.”
We rushed over to the Andalyn Dixon exhibit. I took off my stilettos and then grabbed the small camera from my evening bag. “Cover for me, stand by the doorway and let me know when Greg is coming back.” I climbed up onto the exhibit platform and landed right behind the sitting mannequin of Andalyn Dixon.
Alex reached up to grab me, but it was too late, I was already on the other side of the security rope. “Are you nuts? What are you doing?”
“Shhh, not now Alex, just do as I ask. Get over to the doorway and watch for Greg.”
I snapped photos as fast as my camera would allow. Wide angle shots of the entire exhibit and close-ups of Andalyn, her clothing and accessories. I captured every teeny-tiny detail I could in my hectic rush to collect clues. I paid close attention to the furniture, the wallpaper and especially the wall mounted framed newspaper articles that reported on the life and death of Andalyn. I was lifting Andalyn’s skirt to get a closer look of the vanity bench she was sitting on when Alex whistled loudly. I looked in his direction, and then snapped a quick photo of the vanity bench. Alex whistled again, and this time he was wildly gesturing with both hands for me to get down. I scooted off the stage and was putting my shoes back on when Greg walked in on us.
“Uh, Miss Delaney, is there a problem?”
“Oh, uh, one of my heels seems wobbly. I’m trying to figure out what the problem is. You know, I think I’ll just go barefoot, rather than take the chance of stumbling and tripping on a broken heel.” I walked over to Alex, barefoot with my shoes in hand. “Ready?”
As soon as we were out of sight of the museum, I slipped my shoes on. “Whew, that was a close call.”
Alex held my hand tighter, “Obviously, I need to keep a tighter rein on you. What in the world were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that what you said could be true. What if Marie Laveau is telling me to examine that exhibit as a way of finding clues to Andalyn’s mystery? To see as she would see?”
“You mean, as a clairvoyant?”
“No. As a voodoo queen and from the point of observance, of where her booth is, looking out on the room, with a beeline view of Andalyn.”
Alex halted in mid-step and turned to me. “What in the world are you talking about? Shannon, this is not some backwater bayou in Louisiana. San Diego is, and has been from the earliest days of its founding, a thriving merchant sea-trade city of culture.”
“Really, a thriving merchant sea-trade city of culture? For your information, Alex, you just gave an accurate description of New Orleans. Come on, I have photos to download into my computer and begin analyzing.” Now, it was I who grabbed his hand and held on tight, I pulled him from the sidewalk to cross the street. “Let’s get home.”
We arrived home in ten minutes and I dashed upstairs. After changing into comfy clothes I downloaded the pictures to my computer. Just as the thumbnail picture index popped up on the screen, Alex tapped on my door. “It’s open,” I called out.
Alex entered with two mugs of coffee in hand. He handed a mug to me. “I figured that we might be up for a while.” He pulled up a chair. “What exactly are we looking for?”
“Basically, everything and anything. I’ll know when I see it. Thanks for the coffee.” I smiled. Alex had also changed into comfortable clothing. He was wearing jeans and the blue sweater I gave him for his birthday this past year. My thoughts wavered for a moment, I wondered what Eric was wearing at this very minute.
“What’s on your mind, Shannon?”
“When you wear that sweater,
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