Chapter 3
Into the Bayou
Haris and Mitra sat at Abe’s kitchen table. Well, it was a couple of card tables duct-taped together, but Haris supposed you could eat an omelet here all the same. Thankfully, the scary man that had answered the door had been anything but. He had ushered the two of them inside, asking if they wanted any fresh-pressed orange juice. Mitra had declined, but Haris wasn’t about to pass up on free OJ. So here they sat, while Abe went into the other room to collect the report he had about the murders.
“Does it smell funny to you in here?” Mitra asked, looking around.
“Probably ran out of scented candles. You could offer to pick some up for him,” Haris offered. It was probably the fact that there was no A/C and the temp outside had been sweltering, even in late Septemb
