The Reunion. Jana DeLeon

      Carter waved his hand in dismissal. “You’re working on your business stuff. I’m working on solving ancient murders. I knew we’d run into each other eventually.”

      “I guess it’s hard to go too long without seeing someone in a town as small as Calais.”

      Carter nodded. “It’s certainly a different pace than New Orleans. I imagine you’re in an even bigger culture shock, relocating from a war zone halfway across the world.”

      “It’s been...interesting. Sometimes I still have these moments of panic, where I think there’s something I was supposed to do that I didn’t.”

      “I know exactly what you mean. Between the caseload and the constantly increasing paperwork requirements, New Orleans cops are to the point of needing personal secretaries to keep up.”

      “Do you ever miss it?”

      “I did a little at first. It was too slow, too quiet and I think I spent a lot of time feeling guilty because it was too easy.”

      “Trenton Purcell’s death seems to have changed all that.”

      “You got that right. If anyone had told me before I came here that this much crime—running this far back—could happen in a place like Calais, I would have laughed. It’s hard to believe one man can cause such a ripple of crime that lasted past his own death.”

      Tyler nodded, thinking about everything his father had told him about the situation. “My dad told me you found out Purcell was a hit man and probably took up with Ophelia for a place to hide.”

      “Yeah, at first I thought Purcell married her figuring he could get Ophelia to move away from Louisiana, but with everything I know now, I’m guessing he planned to kill her from the beginning. He wouldn’t have known about the will. He probably assumed he’d get everything when she was gone. When I think about everything those girls lost because of him...”

      Tyler felt a flicker of guilt over the terse way he’d handled meeting Joelle. She and her sisters were the living victims in the middle of this mess. She certainly hadn’t asked for her mother to be murdered and for her stepfather to send her off to strangers. He’d been so busy worrying about his own needs that he hadn’t really stopped to consider how difficult this must be for her—for all of them.

      “Alaina and Danae are fine, right?” Tyler asked. “I mean...considering everything that’s happened.”

      “They are both incredibly strong women,” Carter said, and Tyler could hear the admiration in his voice. “Most people would have crumbled under the stress of the discoveries alone, much less the attempts on their lives. But those two just got mad and more determined.”

      Tyler smiled. “You have to admire that.”

      “Definitely. It helps that they have each other. They’re thick as thieves. You’d never know they spent most of their lives apart.”

      “Hopefully Joelle will fit as well with them.”

      “I don’t think they’re going to give her a choice. Your dad tells me he’s got you on security detail.”

      Tyler sighed. “I tried to get out of it, but you know Dad.”

      Carter laughed. “Oh, yeah, I know your dad. Between him and my mom, I could be talked into most anything. This whole mess started for me when your dad asked me to play hall monitor. I ended up with a kidnapping, three deaths and a fiancée.”

      Tyler winced at the fiancée part of Carter’s statement. “I’m not looking to acquire any of those on my Calais service record, especially the last one.”

      Carter grinned. “And you think I was? Have you met Joelle yet?”

      “Yeah, she arrived this afternoon. I brought her to town for a meeting with my dad at the café.”

      “So how does she look?”

      Tyler shrugged, not about to go into details of the delicious Joelle with Carter. “She looks like a woman.”

      Carter’s grin widened. “That good, huh?”

      “I didn’t say anything like that.”

      “You didn’t have to. I know both her sisters, and I know that look. I used to wear it. Joelle is a knockout and that pisses you off even more.”

      Tyler sighed. “Remind me again why we’re friends?”

      Carter laughed and clapped Tyler’s back. “Because I keep you honest.”

      “Is that even possible?” A man’s voice boomed from behind them.

      Tyler turned around as Mayor James Dupree stepped up to him, his hand extended.

      “It’s good to have you home,” Mayor Dupree said. “I know your daddy must be relieved.”

      “Yes, sir, I imagine he is.” Tyler shook the man’s hand and hoped that he had an appointment that didn’t allow him to hang around for long. Mayor Dupree was a marathon talker and had never once said anything even remotely interesting.

      “Good to see you, Carter.” Mayor Dupree nodded. “How’s that pretty fiancée of yours doing?”

      “She’s fine, sir,” Carter replied and rolled his eyes at Tyler as soon as Mayor Dupree looked away.

      “Good, good,” Mayor Dupree said and studied Tyler again. “So what will you be doing now that you’re home?”

      “I’m opening a security firm. Maybe city hall can use my services.”

      The mayor laughed. “Well, we’re still holding council meetings at the café, so you’d have to wait until we build a city hall. I hope you have some other clients in mind, as that might be a while in coming.”

      “Actually, I’m doing some work for my dad.”

      “The LeBeau estate?”

      “Yes.”

      The mayor shook his head. “That has been such an unfortunate set of circumstances. I never would have imagined such things could happen in Calais.”

      Carter cleared his throat. “I thought you and Roger Martin were friends from way back. I would have figured you’d know if he was plotting things with Trenton Purcell.”

      Mayor Dupree sighed. “I wish I had known. Maybe I could have talked him out of it. Maybe all this would have turned out differently.”

      “Maybe,” Carter said. “You know, I’m pretty sure Purcell had more than just Roger on his payroll. Since you were around then, maybe you’d have an idea who I should take a closer look at.”

      “I wish I did, and I’ll be sure to let you know if I think of something. Well, I’ve got to run. You two stay out of trouble.” He gave them a nod and hustled out of the store quicker than Tyler thought his flabby frame would allow.

      Tyler stared after him and frowned. “Should I be happy he didn’t stick around and talk us to death, or suspicious and wonder why?”

      “Number two.”

      “Any particular reason other than him being friends with Roger?”

      “Yeah. If Joelle doesn’t make her two weeks, the city of Calais inherits millions’ worth of LeBeau assets.”

      “You think he knows that?”

      “Do you?”

      “The way he left... Wow, all that money and under the control of the good mayor,” Tyler said, a whole new train of thought opened up with that bit of information. “My dad really needs to learn to talk more about things that matter.”

      Carter smiled. “Come on, I’ll buy you a root beer float and we can talk about your ideas for security now that you’ve seen the house, and I can try to fill in any blanks that William might