Red Beans And Vice Part 13
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Heaven caught her breath and looked concerned. "Oh, no. Did they take anything?"
Mary shook her head. "Not that I could tell. They opened some bags of coffee beans and the warehouse manager thought they'd searched Truely's office. I went down there and I thought the office looked like it always did. But the manager knows the place better than I do. He said the desk was a mess. I could have left it that way because I wasn't tracking very clearly when I went down there with you. I really couldn't tell if anything was missing. The safe hadn't been opened."
"So I'll concede Truely may have something somebody is wantin' to get back," Will said without looking up from the pile of papers on his lap. Heaven walked over to where he was sitting and saw a folder marked household insurance that Will was working from. There were a couple of photos lying on the floor but they looked like pieces of jewelry that probably had an additional insurance rider on them. Thank goodness, no near-naked Amelia. She reached down and picked up a photo of a diamond pin in the shape of a bouquet of flowers.
"What a beautiful pin," she said.
Mary looked up and Heaven flashed the snapshot in her direction. "That was Truely's mother's and she gave it to me before she died, the old bag."
Will chuckled and Mary even grinned a little.
"I thought it was too big, too showy. I hardly ever took it out of the safety-deposit box," Mary continued. "Of course, it may have to do with the fact that Truely's mother always treated me like I was a carpetbagger. Any pin she'd give me, I guess I felt wasn't worth much."
"Now, Mary Beth, that pin is worth fifty thousand dollars if it's worth a nickel. That old lady liked you."
"She sure had a strange way of showing it," Mary said stubbornly.
The maid, the regular one on staff, came to the door of the library and announced dinner was ready.
As Will got up off the floor he snapped his fingers. "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Amelia Hart called for you."
"Great," Heaven answered shortly.
"Aren't you going to call her back?" he asked.
"Not now. We're going to eat." Heaven had no intention of talking to Amelia tonight. Let her stew over whether I'm telling Mary about her and Truely. She deserves to be miserable for a while.
Will and Mary gave up their search and the three of them went to sit at the big table in the dining room. It was rather dreary, Heaven thought. "Why don't we eat in the kitchen instead. It's just us, isn't it? This seems too formal."
Mary brightened. "Better yet, let's fill our plates in the kitchen and take them out to the porch. There's a bridge table out there and we can eat on that."
When they were settled, Heaven tried to figure out what she could tell them about her day and realized she hadn't told them everything about the day before the funeral. "I have lots of news. Do you remember the day I went out on Highway 90 again and someone took a shot at me or maybe at an endangered bird?"
Mary and Will nodded, their mouths full of very dry roast beef.
"Well, because that was so sensational and because the next day was the funeral, I never got around to telling you that I had this idea that somehow maybe the real estate that the sisters owned was what someone was after. That's why I had you draw me a map and I went up there."
"And?" Mary asked.
"And I had Amelia Hart check it out through her sources at city hall. There wasn't one person that owned a bunch of property up there. No big dummy corporation. I've got the names of the owners. You two might know some of them. Can I show you?" She looked at Mary out of the corner of her eye to see if she reacted to Amelia's name. Now that Heaven knew about Truely and Amelia, she couldn't imagine she didn't say the name like it was spelled, "Adulteress." But Mary remained the same.
"I know everyone in the real estate biz, Heaven, remember?" Will said, as if Heaven had forgotten he did real estate transactions. She had. Quickly, she ran to the library to get her purse with the list.
Mary and Will scanned the list of property owners together while Heaven choked down some of the overcooked roast, carrots and potatoes. It reminded her of Midwestern cooking. She looked at their faces for some sign of recognition.
Will handed the list back to Heaven and she stuck it back in her purse. "I'm amazed I don't know one soul on that list. They must be speculators from out of town."
"Me either. Sorry," Mary said.
"So do you want to hear what I did today?"
Will reached over and patted Heaven's arm. "This is just like having a teenager around. What trouble did you get in today, sugar?"
"Don't be condescending," Heaven snapped, jerking her arm away from his touch. "I tracked down the company that provided the labor for the benefit at the convent. It's a company that provides temps for caterers and special events. I thought maybe there would be someone who had only worked for them the one time, who just happened to show up at that gig to kill Truely. Sorry, Mary."
"But how would you know whether they were a regular or not?" Will asked in his usual skeptical manner.
"I wouldn't, but for a small bribe, the guy at the employment agency shared what he knew. Don't doubt me, Mr. Smarty Pants."
Will threw up his hands in mock surrender. "Sorry, sorry. Well, what did you find?"
"There were several people that didn't usually work for the agency but one in particular got my attention. He had a real bogus name, something like John Doe, and he worked at Verti Mart only he hasn't been at work since the benefit. I think he's a hit man from New Jersey."
Heaven could tell both Mary and Will were intrigued, but the hit man from New Jersey was a little hard for them to take. They looked at each other and back to Heaven, almost rolling their eyes.
"Oh, come on Heaven," Mary said. "That makes no sense. Why would someone from New Jersey come down here to kill Truely?"
"I think Heaven was just using New Jersey as shorthand for someone from organized crime, Mary. The coffee Cosa Nostra," Will said with a smirk.
"Well, I went to the police station and mentioned all this to them and they weren't so cavalier."
Now Will's smirk disappeared. "What did they say?"
"You mean after they asked me if I had any more dead pelicans with me? They insisted on calling the egret a pelican," Heaven said huffily. "They said that they had also been trying to locate that person, James Smith, it was. So, I think I'm on to something."
"According to your theory, James Smith is back in Hoboken by now," Will reminded her.
"They have phones and faxes in Hoboken. The world is a small place now, Will. You have to go farther than the East Coast to get away with anything."
Mary took a sip of wine. "Why is it that you think organized crime might be, might have been, after Truely?"
Heaven smiled faintly at her friend. "Now, this is not a reflection on you, or Truely for that matter. I'm in business and I know how rough it can get. What if Truely was smuggling something into the country in the coffee beans?"
"Like what?" Will asked, smirking again.
"Drugs, diamonds, emeralds. I don't know. Stuff they have in those coffee-growing countries that people in the United States want."
"I can't believe that," Mary said. "The customs people here in New Orleans are the best in the country. Because I deal with international clients, I know about customs. Truely wouldn't take that kind of a chance with his business. He could have lost everything."
Heaven got up. "I hate to remind you, but he did lose everything, his life. Someone killed Truely and I still don't think it was because he was at the benefit for the Sisters of the Holy Trinity. I'm beat. I'll see you in the morning." Heaven was too weary to tell them about the cross tonight, and she sure wasn't going to talk about Truely's affair. Let them live in ignorance a while longer, or maybe forever.
When she got to her room, she used her cell phone to call Iris's number in England. She wrote down the phone number in Brazil that was on Iris's machine, then held the phone close to her face without hanging up for a minute. Hearing her daughter's voice helped. She was feeling increasingly disconnected, from Kansas City and her life. She had to get out of here soon. When she called the number in Brazil, the hotel operator told her Iris McGuinne was out and did she want to leave a message.
"Tell her her mother called and F m still in New Orleans."
Fried Green Tomatoes with Shrimp Remoulade For the tomatoes: beer all-purpose flour 1 tsp. ground c.u.min canola oil for frying green tomatoes Green tomatoes are easy to find from July to October in many places where you have access to a famer's market. Just ask one of the farmers to bring them to you green. You can also ask your produce man at the grocery store, as often the commercial tomatoes are s.h.i.+pped unripe and then ripened at a wholesale produce place.
Make a batter with equal parts beer and flour, say 1 cup to 1 cup. How much you need will depend on how many tomatoes you are fixing. Add a little ground c.u.min to the batter but I normally don't add salt. Let your batter sit at least an hour at room temperature, then heat about an inch of oil in a cast iron or other heavy pan and slice your tomatoes in 1/2 inch slices. When the oil is medium hot, dip the tomatoes in the batter and fry, draining on a paper towel and sprinkling with kosher salt. At Uglesich's they serve about three tomatoes topped with a mound of shrimp per serving.
For the Shrimp Remoulade: 2 lbs. large shrimp, cooked, cleaned, and chopped 1 cup green olives, chopped 2 each red and yellow peppers, roasted and diced -1 cup mayonnaise cup Creole style or spicy mustard Dijon mustard 2 T. horseradish 1 bunch green onions, sliced just into the greens juice of a lemon paprika and cayenne to taste kosher salt black pepper To roast the peppers: Seed and quarter the peppers. Put in a shallow baking dish and drizzle with olive oil. Sprinkle with kosher salt as this draws out the sugars and really changes the flavor. Cover with foil and bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes, checking once and turning the peppers.
To make the remoulade salad, combine all ingredients and mix well; chill for at least an hour. Serve a scoop of salad with a serving of fried green tomatoes.
In New Orleans, you would never find olives and peppers in a remoulade salad. They are my addition and I love the sweetness of the peppers with the mustard and horseradish spice. This is a good lunch salad with or without the tomatoes. You can serve it on fresh spinach, as I have, or chopped iceberg lettuce or those ever popular field greens.
Ten.
Before she left the house the next morining, Heaven wanted to see if her hunch about the location of the real cross was correct.
Mary was already leaving, out to run errands for the party.
Heaven first dialed information and then Sotheby's the minute Mary's car pulled out of the drive. "I'm interested in your sale next week of religious artifacts," she said when her call was answered. "Yes, I'd love for you to send me the catalog, but specifically I collect crosses, and I heard you might have one from the eighteenth century. Is it large? Twelve feet? Could you do something for me? I just can't wait for that silly catalog to get here to see that cross. It sounds luscious. Is it... oh, French, well, I do love the Spanish ones but would you mind faxing me a photo of the cross right away?"
Heaven was in the library and she found the number of the fax machine on its keyboard. Then she gave Mary's name and address and asked them to overnight the catalog.
It was only a few minutes until the fax machine began its familiar hum of transmission.
She grabbed the paper and, even through the grainy reproduction of the catalog photograph, she could see it was the cross of the Sisters of the Holy Trinity. She sat down to think, rubbing her temples. She suddenly had a headache. It was one of those times when she wished she'd been wrong. It would make things so much simpler.
Heaven supposed there were dozens of explanations. But two seemed the most probable.
When Nancy Blair had let it be known she was interested in the stolen cross, some of her antique dealer friends could have tricked her, creating an imitation cross to sell to Nancy. Then they'd placed the real cross in the auction in New York, confident that no one in New Orleans would be the wiser.
But why would they encourage Nancy Blair to go to New York and attend the very auction the real cross would be sold in?
That led to the second explanation: that Nancy Blair herself had paid to have an imitation made, knowing the nuns would be so glad to get their cross back they wouldn't check its authenticity. Then she'd made plans to sell the authentic cross in New York. If that was the case, did she have it stolen in the first place, or was she just capitalizing on the hand that came her way when she was able to retrieve the real cross? Heaven picked up the fax of the cross and stuffed it in her handbag.
She was going to have to think about this.
In the meantime she dialed Amelia Hart's cell phone. "Amelia, now listen to me," she started. "I didn't tell Mary so don't worry about that. But I still could. And the best way for you to convince me you're not Truely's murderer is for you to help me find the person who is."
Heaven started shaking her head at the phone. "I don't want to hear about it. Tell me sometime over lots of c.o.c.ktails at Lafitte's. Right now I want you to check the morgue for any John Does. One of the people who worked the party Sat.u.r.day night has been missing since then. This one has a tattoo around his upper arm. That's all I know. I don't think I've ever seen him. Call me back on my cell phone if you find anything." Heaven gave Amelia her cell phone number, clicked off and headed out the door to visit the French Quarter once more.
In a few minutes she was standing out in front of the apartments where the explosion had taken place on Sat.u.r.day night. It wasn't easy to figure out these New Orleans dwellings, where one ended and the next began. It looked to her like there were two buildings facing each other with a courtyard in between and enough room for cars to be parked inside. The garage door flush to the sidewalk was closed. Up above that door was a balcony with ferns hanging and a table and four chairs. No damage showed on the street side. If windows had been broken, they were replaced. There were no black fire marks on the brick.
Heaven looked at the regular-sized door next to the garage door. There were four bra.s.s slots for name tags next to four buzzers. Three of the buzzers had names next to them and one slot was vacant. Heaven rang all three of the buzzers with names. Nothing happened. She rang again.
All of a sudden, the normal-sized people door opened and an apparition appeared. Heaven was pretty sure she had lucked out. She could work with this. An older woman stood there, a suspicious look on her face. She was dressed in ballet shoes, a long muumuulike dress in an exotic African print, and around her neck there were two or three pounds of Mardi Gras beads in the traditional green and purple, along with some silver and gold. Her gray hair was long and wild. "What do you want?"
Heaven smiled her best smile and stuck out her hand. "I'm Heaven Lee. I'm a chef from Kansas City and I was cooking at the benefit for the Sisters of the Holy Trinity on Sat.u.r.day night. You had that terrible explosion over here and it just about scared the bejesus out of me. All this week I kept thinking, gosh, I hope everyone in that house is okay, that no one was injured. So, I just decided to come on over and see for myself."
The woman didn't shake Heaven's hand but she didn't slam the door in her face either. She pulled up her muumuu to reveal a bandage around one of her calves. "Flying gla.s.s," she said by way of an explanation.
Heaven leaned into the woman's personal s.p.a.ce and peeked around her into the door opening. "How terrible," she said sweetly. "Was your apartment damaged?"
The woman backed up slightly and indicated her apartment to the left. "Lost all my windows. I was watching TV. All of a sudden I was covered with gla.s.s."
Heaven stepped just inside the door sill. "Oh, I'm so glad the fire didn't spread. What in the world happened? Was someone frying and their oil got too hot?"
The woman snorted. She had been teetering between alarm and the desire to tell the whole story. Now that Heaven was planted inside the courtyard door, she decided to talk. "h.e.l.l, no. It happened in the vacant apartment, right across from mine. Those two boys live on the first floor over there. Been there for ten years. Below me is a nurse. Course she wasn't home when we needed her. Works nights a lot."
Heaven looked across the courtyard. If this was the place Will had driven out of, the pretty table and chairs were gone, but they could be behind a tarp she spotted in the corner of the open s.p.a.ce. There was room for two or three cars in the middle of the two buildings but only a Honda was parked there now. Lots of the greenery around the perimeter was trampled. Heaven presumed the firemen had done some damage with their equipment. At the upper apartment the door frame was charred and plastic covered the actual entry. Two of the windows were still covered with boards.
"They're fixing that one last, since no one lives there right now. Got ours done right away 'cause they were keeping us at the Holiday Inn here in the Quarter till we could get back in."
"Do the firemen have any idea what caused that terrible explosion?" Heaven asked innocently.
The woman looked around and whispered to Heaven, "Drugs."
"Really? How did drugs cause an explosion? Was someone on drugs and they forgot to turn off the stove? Was it an electrical thing?"
"No, no. Its some kind of a speed drug. Someone must have broke in there and they were making it right up there. A meth lab, the firemen said. It doesn't take much equipment to make the stuff. There've been police in there for days, picking up all the pieces of things and putting them in plastic bags. I guess it's cheap," she said conspiratorially, "at least compared to cocaine."
"You don't think the boys on the first floor were involved, do you? Or the nurse?"
Heaven had crossed the line. The women put her hands on her hips, ready to defend her neighbors against this outrageous idea. "Why would you say that? Some crack addict came in here, that's all. I wasn't feeling well and hadn't been out of the apartment all day and everyone else was gone. They just set up shop for the evening in the vacant apartment. Probably thought they'd be gone by morning."
Heaven was confused. The way this woman kept using the word "they" made Heaven think she had seen the culprits, or at least knew how many of them there were. "I'm sorry. The whole thing was so traumatic for me. I just haven't been able to sleep. I keep hearing that explosion. So I just thought if I came over here, I could see that everything was ... No one was in the apartment, were they?"
"Not that they found," the muumuu lady said, keeping the possibility open for dramatic effect. "Police said the perps must have gone out to get something and they had combustibles too close to each other." The woman fluffed her hair a little, proud of using the slang "perps" in a sentence.
"Well, I feel better now. I'm so glad no one was hurt seriously. But you better get off that leg. Keep it up as much as possible," she said like she knew what she was talking about.
"What did you say your name was?"
"Heaven Lee. Oh, earlier, when you said 'they' kept you at the Holiday Inn, was that the insurance company"? She figured it wouldn't hurt to ask one more question.
"No, it's our landlord. Tompkins Tibbets. He's a real gentleman. Said he'd deal with the insurance company, and even if they wouldn't pay he wanted us to be comfortable."
Heaven nodded. "You don't find 'em like that much anymore. Thank you and bye now." She slipped out onto the busy street.
Heaven headed for Croissant d'Or for a cafe au lait and an almond croissant. So she had seen Will coming out of that drive on her first trip here. It was his f.u.c.king building that had blown up and he hadn't so much as mentioned it this whole week. Was he trying to spare Mary more details than she needed right now? Was he trying to keep Heaven from putting two and two together? He was insistent that the explosion had nothing to do with Truely's death, that it was a coincidence. How did he know that for sure? Because he'd been aware of what was going on in his apartment?
As Heaven sat down and sipped her coffee, even she, with her wild hypothesis, couldn't believe Will was behind some drug-cooking ring of meth addicts. Why? If it was his drug ring, he wouldn't use his own property, surely. No, Heaven still didn't think Will was the mastermind of anything. But why had he kept such a pertinent piece of information to himself? She could find that out soon, hopefully. She was meeting Will for lunch at Uglesich's in an hour. Just enough time to stop by the library and get some information on manufacturing methamphetamine.
The main library was in the Central Business District, conveniently located between the French Quarter and the restaurant she was due at soon. She found a parking place on the street and reached for some quarters for the meter. She slipped into the library and asked for the computer section. In a minute, she was online. She went to ask.com with the question, How do you manufacture methamphetamine? Several sites showed up and she skimmed them, printing out one from the Koch Crime Inst.i.tute that seemed comprehensive. She paid for her copies and was back out in the car with ten minutes left on the meter.
As she drove over to Baronne Street for lunch, she tried to figure out her strategy with Will. Would she just burst out with the fact that he owned the building where the explosion had occurred? Or should she try to trick him into, what, lying about his connection? What would that accomplish?
Uglesich's was housed in a plain cottage in a not-so-good part of town. It was open only for lunch, and New Orleanians say one of the worst things that ever happened was when folks from out of town discovered Uglesich's. The owners had family connections with Croatian oyster farmers so the oysters were always fresh and delicious. Heaven loved their barbecued oysters, sauteed in hot sauce and b.u.t.ter and served with new potatoes.
There was always a wait and she poked her head in the door to make sure Will wasn't inside, then got in line. The owners, Anthony and Gail Uglesich, worked the front counter and took orders and money. Then as a table came up you sat down and somehow you and your food caught up to each other. Before she got to the ordering part, Will slipped his arm around her. "Hi, sugar. Good timing," he said as they slid up to the old bar. "Gail, honey, I think we need a dozen raw ones to start. And I know this little gal can't go back to Kansas City without some fried green tomatoes. And I'll have the trout. What else you want, Heaven?"
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