Chapter Twelve
Drina Holloway was relaxing in her easy chair, watching the top of the hour newsbreak on CBS. It had to do with the striking air traffic controllers but she blocked that out and c****d her head so her good ear was aimed squarely at the window on the other side of the couch. She thought she heard sirens. Sirens in Toulouse were not a common occurrence. One might go a week sometimes and never hear the siren of a police car or a fire truck. She thought this one might be an ambulance and that didn’t surprise her one bit.
“I knew it. I knew it and I told Margie it was one of those nights.”
Esmeralda, who was sprawled on Drina’s lap, lifted one eyelid and looked up at her.
“That moon! That moon up there is a bad one tonight.”
Esmeralda shifted and buried her face down in the
