Gail grinned and opened the email. “Hanna’s a local—Louisiana local—lawyer, sixty-two, and happily married thirty years with four kids.”
“One down, three to go,” I murmured.
“McCoy, sixty-four, owns a successful fish-chum-and-tackle shop. No family. He’s a soft-spoken loner but is considered kind-hearted by those who use his services and products. Good reviews on his humble website. Crockett’s originally from Wildwood and is fairly new to New Orleans. He moved there ten months ago to start up a landscaping company. He’s a loner, too. Wife died five years ago from pancreatic cancer. No arrests and nothing out of the norm.”
“Which brings us to Pippert Steele,” I said, feeling a sudden rush of excitement.
“Steele is sixty-one. A businessman from Hartford, Connecticut. A broker. No family.
