6
EVIL AT HAND
No sooner had the Yankees arrived in New Orleans than the time for my departure of the city presented itself.
I had told General Pike I intended to return to my duties in the Indian Nations upon completion of my mission and he had consented.
Before leaving, though, I intended to spend time with my partner in crime, with Father, and with multiple glasses of Sazerac at the Pickwick Club. I plead guilty to enjoying New Orleans for about two weeks longer than necessary and, in hindsight, I am glad I did, for those days after the heist proved the last of Father’s life.
I found his lifeless body sitting in his study with a dropped glass nearby, the floor still wet with bourbon. While certainly a man in elder years, Father had appeared relatively vigorous during those days and
