After Sam called 911, he sped back to the Quarter. He had left the phone containing Duval"s confession atop Celeste"s crude coffin, but the one thing he couldn"t leave behind was his overwhelming sense of sorrow.
He had managed to get a full confession out of Duval before the cop fell unconscious. He knew NOPD would get the names and details out of him later.
After making sure Ramona was stable, Sam had made the call for assistance. He then pulled his car out of sight behind a hedge row and waited for the paramedics to show up. Once he knew help had arrived, he slipped away quietly down a deserted road that connected to the highway back to New Orleans.
Sam needed to speak with Maire. Alone. Too much had passed between them for him to leave town without telling her goodbye. She had been
