“But you said she didn’t speak or even look at you,” said Cam.
“No. No, she didn’t.” He stood and Cam reached for his arm.
“I didn’t mean anything by that, Isaac. I’m trying to get all the information here. We’re not unfamiliar with spirits trying to pass along messages.”
“You ain’t?” he asked cocking his head.
“Unfortunately, no,” smirked Hex. “Like you said, New Orleans has a pretty strange history and this land that we live on is the same.”
“Well, that makes me feel better. That young officer looked at me like I’d been drinkin’ or something. I’m off today but I just had to try and tell someone. Friend of mine owns Fleur-de-Lis Grocery and she recommended y’all.”
They all smiled and laughed, knowing Jennie well.
“I have some information,” said Ace.
“So soon?” asked Isaac with surprise.
“We’re good at what we do,” smiled Ace. “Her name was Morgan Segal. Thirty-one, engaged to one Javier Rancone. Except that obviously wasn’t true since Javier married one Chelsea Hebert this past weekend.”
“That poor girl,” said Isaac. “It musta’ killed her to know he was gonna marry someone else.”
“Maybe,” said Ace nodding at the man. “Or maybe there’s something else happening here.”
“What do you mean?” asked Isaac.
“I think what Ace means is that maybe she didn’t swallow those pills willingly,” said Eric. “I think we need to have a conversation with Javier and Chelsea. We’ll just make sure nothing strange was happening on the side.”
“Well, I feel better already. What should I do if I see the woman again?” he asked.
“Try to get her to speak with you,” said Luke. “Call her name, that might make her speak. Let her know that you aren’t there to hurt her. It may not work but it just might.”
“I’ll do that for sure,” he nodded. “What do I owe y’all for today?”
“Not a thing,” said Eric. “This one is our pleasure to try and figure out.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Javier Rancone?” asked Eric staring at the much smaller man. He was in the doorway of Chelsea’s condo, a woman behind him with bags packed and a big smile on her face.
“Yes, that’s me. Are you the driver to the airport?” he asked.
“No,” frowned Eric. “Headed to celebrate your marriage?”
“Yes,” he smiled. “How did you know that?”
“I’d like to speak to you about Morgan,” said Eric. The man’s face fell in sadness and the woman looked up, her lip quivering. “You both knew her.”
“Of course,” said Javier. “I was engaged to her for almost four years. Morgan worked a lot and was very concerned with money. I kept telling her it didn’t matter to me, that I made good money and so did she. But there were other issues as well.”
“How did you know Morgan?” asked Chelsea.
“I didn’t know her,” said Eric. “A friend said he saw her a few days before she died and she was extremely sad. The police said that she overdosed in her car. Do you believe that?”
“We do,” nodded Javier. “I broke up with Morgan six months ago. She was struggling to believe that it was the end of our relationship but I told her I wanted to settle down and start a family. Chelsea and I work together at the Royal Sonesta Hotel. I’m a night manager and she works during the day in accounting.”
“Where did Morgan work?” asked Eric.
“She was a very talented artist,” said Chelsea, sounding sincere. “Her works were wonderful. Mostly photography but I personally loved her paintings even more. She had a permanent exhibit at the hotel.”
