SixMichael sits uneasily in Deputy Crawford's car as they cruise up Canal Street and onto the I-10 freeway. He leans forward and gives the agent a directive. “Exit here, it's just up the next block.”
“Why, there's nothin' up Camelia Drive but a big ole –”
“Here it is. Turn right at the corner.”
" – cemetery."
With a large bouquet of flowers nestled in his arms, Michael exits the car and walks a few yards across the lawn to a well-maintained burial plot. Crawford dutifully follows, but stands back a respectful distance. He had thought the flowers were for an old flame Michael was calling upon, or perhaps for Michael's mother who perchance now resides in a New Orleans nursing home. But his romantic imagination never envisioned this.
An eternal flame burns at a gravesite that is guarded
