“You like that?” Aurora grinned. “Shirley and Lee.”
“Is that new?”
“You kidding?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Brought straight to you from 1952.”
They ate at Tortorici’s on Royal, not far from Lindsey’s hotel. Well, you don’t have to eat Cajun in New Orleans, and the food was superb. Lindsey ordered crab fra diavolo; Aurora chose a cold seafood salad. The night seemed warm to Lindsey, but he’d been through so many time and weather zones lately that he was starting to lose track.
Over coffee and chicory Aurora got down to business. “Le Duc de Richelieu called me before you did, Bart. He’s really got a bug up his rear end on this one. I’ve never seen him like this.”
“Company’s got a lot at stake.”
“You bet.”
“How much info did he give you?”
“The whole file. Sent it to me over KlameNet/Plus. Yo
