CHAPTER FIVE - Voodoo 101* 1 *
“Mommy Loa, Mommy Loa, hear my cry,”
Two hours before Marvin telephoned about Clavis’s crucifixion, he had inadvertently missed a prime peeping opportunity as volunteer night clerk Wendy Joe Joel danced in the center of the Crossfall police station.
At that moment in time Wendy Joe Joel was stark n***d, save for a pair of latex gloves she wore for fear of catching salmonella from the raw chicken. Germs were bad things, and there was no telling where they’d sprout up.
Her dark skin glistened with sweat and exertion. Cigarette smoke haloed her head. It should have been cigar smoke but it’d be hard enough getting rid of the reek of the raw chicken she’d scattered on the floor, without adding cigar smoke to the stew. The cigarette was one of Chief Wilfred’s s
