CHAPTER EIGHTEENBack at Antoine Napoleon Leroux, Real Estate and Insurance, Lindsey checked his Seiko against the wall-mounted digital clock. No wonder his stomach was sending up empty signals. Willa McKinney’s lemonade had been tasty, but he hadn’t eaten since the coffee and beignets at Café du Monde.
Martha Washington looked up from her keyboard and said, “Your appointment is waiting, Mr. Leroux.”
Antoine Napoleon Leroux looked at the wall clock, too. He shook his head. “They’re early. If I can move that old boarding house I’ll buy champagne for all.” He shook hands hastily with Lindsey, with Marvia and Aurora Delano.
Martha Washington grimaced behind Leroux’s back. She said, “I’ll put up the closed sign when I take my lunch.”
Lindsey said, “Is there any place here to get a light mea
