“Slidell, huh? That"s great, Ramona,” he said, memorizing her Social Security number out of habit. “So, Madsen didn"t ask to borrow your suitcase this last time?”
“Nope.”
Sam was wondering why Duval hadn"t bothered to fill him in on such important details. “Did you tell Duval about the suitcase, or about the dark haired guy in the courtyard?” he asked.
“No, he didn"t ask. So how come you"re not staying here anymore?” she demanded as she followed her thoughts around in her head.
“I"m fixing up the family house in Chalmette. Beatrice is home guarding the castle.”
“Does it have nice trees?”
“Yeah, real nice.”
Ramona smiled and moved closer to the window sill. “Here, take this for your house,” she said, offering him a pale pink begonia. “Madsen gave it to me, but I already have one. And
