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much in your mind that you saw his death so you could go out and fight for him.”
    “I believed it,” Tyler said. “I believed that sax was magic, that I could play because of that magic—that I could almost talk to Arnie again,” he finished softly.
    “That’s magic, son. Love and belief,” Amy said. She looked back at Danni and Quinn. “I don’t rightly know what else could have happened to Arnie’s special sax besides whoever killed him taking it. Arnie was found with nothing except the clothes he was wearing. And,” she added, her lips tight, “that needle in his arm. They even told me they couldn’t find another single track line on him, but I think they wind up with a dead black boy on Rampart Street, and they just don’t want to think anything else.”
    “I can assure you, Amy, the detective who’s now on the case—Detective Larue—doesn’t see the world that way at all. We’ll find the truth,” Quinn promised her.
    “You know, I heard something about those musicians being held up,” Amy said. “But they were only knocked around and hurt. They weren’t killed.”
    “Two people
have
been killed now, and as I said, right in their own homes. So don’t answer the door to anyone—even old friends of Arnie’s. The killer might come around here if he doesn’t have the sax and I’m right that that’s what he’s looking for,” Quinn said.
    “We’re not alone here,” Woodrow said. “We got good friends. We got family around the area. Hey, we got Tyler.”
    “Always like a second son,” Amy said fondly.
    “Amen,” Woodrow agreed.
    “You may be in danger, though,” Danni told them.
    “Got a shotgun in the back. I always did protect my home,” Woodrow said.
    “Don’t you worry none about us,” Amy said. “Even I know how to use that gun. You just go out there and find out who murdered our boy.”
    “We plan to do just that, Amy,” Danni told her, reaching out to touch the woman’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’m not sure how we’ll go about it, but I promise you, we’ll do everything it takes.”
    “As will Detective Larue. He’s a good guy,” Quinn said.
    “You know the man well?” Woodrow asked.
    “I worked with him for years,” Quinn said. “Since...”
    “No worries, son,” Woodrow said. “We know about your troubles. You been clean all this time now?”
    “Yes, sir,” Quinn said.
    “You got an angel with you, boy,” Amy said. “Don’t you forget that.”
    Danni watched Quinn. New Orleans was a good-sized city, but that didn’t mean that old-time citizens forgot anything. She knew Quinn’s dark past, and she wasn’t surprised the Watsons did, too. Both his downfall and his resurrection had been covered in the local media.
    “I never forget, Amy, trust me,” Quinn told her.
    “Bless you, boy,” Woodrow said.
    “Thank you,” Quinn said. “And you can’t come up with any explanation of what might have happened to that sax?”
    “None. None at all,” Woodrow said. “We reckoned the killer took it that night, like Amy said.”
    They were back to square one, Danni thought. But if neither Tyler nor the Watsons had Arnie’s special sax and they were right and the killer was still searching for it, just where the hell was it?
    “You at a dead end already?” Woodrow asked. He was clearly trying to sound matter-of-fact, but there was a hopelessness in his voice that squeezed at Danni’s heart.
    “No, sir,” Quinn said. “We’re just at the beginning.”
    “Thank you,” Woodrow said. “Thank you for what you’re trying to do. But thank you most of all for believing in my son.”
    Quinn gave a reluctant grin. “Thank Tyler for that, Woodrow. He made us see the light, so to speak. Not that it was all that difficult—your son was a true hero. But because these days we recognize what soldiers go through, it was easy for people to think maybe he just couldn’t shake the pain of the past. The killer was clever, I’ll give him that. Thing is, by