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jars of dead black cats and goofer
dust,” LaShaun replied laughing with him.
    Savannah slapped her husband’s shoulder
playfully. “Don’t come in here embarrassing me. Oh, wait a minute.
You’ve never been to LaShaun’s house before.”
    “And he wasn’t sure what to expect, so he
came to protect you from eee-vil,” LaShaun intoned in a deep,
horror movie tone of voice.
    “Well, I wouldn’t put it quite that way,”
Paul said with a sheepish half-grin at his wife.
    “Oh Lawd have mercy, Paul.” Savannah shook
her head.
    “No, he’s got a good point, especially with
everything happening around here lately. I don’t blame him for
worrying about you wandering around at night these days,” LaShaun
said.
    Paul and Savannah glanced at each other. As
if on some silent cue they’d agreed on beforehand, Paul stood and
pointed to the television. “I’m going to watch the sports channel
if y’all don’t mind.”
    “Sure,” LaShaun said.
    She watched him cross the open floor plan to
the family room area. He found the remote and moments later seemed
engrossed in reports on scores. Ex-athletes exchanged banter about
upcoming games and made predictions. LaShaun turned back to
Savannah with her eyebrows raised.
    “So now you’re going to tell me the reason
for this visit, huh? You guys have been married long enough that
you’ve got the secret signals perfected,” LaShaun joked.
    “Yeah, and I’ll bet you already have the same
connection to Chase. I’ve seen you two together. I’m so looking
forward to your wedding.” Savannah grinned at LaShaun. “Girl, y’all
the talk of Beau Chene. My daddy is happy for you, too. He says
your mama and Miss Odette would be so proud.”
    Antoine St. Julien had always been kindly
toward LaShaun. LaShaun smiled. “Tell him I said hello. Now back to
the subject of you dragging poor Paul out here. You took a detour
out to my house because...” LaShaun sat down and crossed her
arms.
    “Allison Graham asked me to come out and talk
to you,” Savannah said low.
    “Who is that?” LaShaun blinked at her.
    “Her son, Greg, was one of the teenagers
found hanging from three different oak trees,” Savannah said with a
grim frown.
    “No,” LaShaun blurted out.
    “Greg is the only survivor who’s talking. The
girl, Rebecca Saucier, is still in shock. She won’t say a word. The
third kid, a boy named Elliot Dubois, was pronounced dead at the
scene.” Savannah spoke quietly as she glanced over at her husband.
Paul seemed engrossed with the sports report and took no
notice.
    “Tell his mama I didn’t have anything to do
with it,” LaShaun retorted. She cut in before Savannah could reply.
“No, I’m sick of people around here saying I’m involved in every
freaky act their kinfolks get into.”
    “LaShaun, she--”
    “I don’t care what she’s heard, Savannah.
It’s her fault she didn’t know what her darlin’ boy got up to in
the woods.”
    “Just shut your mouth for ten seconds,”
Savannah said through clenched teeth. She sighed when LaShaun
crossed her arms.
    “I’m listening.” LaShaun glared back at her
friend.
    “She’s not blaming you for anything. In fact.
she came to my Abbeville office and--”
    LaShaun leaned forward. “Wait a minute. You
have an Abbeville office? Ms. Big Time Attorney got multiple
offices.”
    “Yes, I’m practicing with another attorney in
Iberia and Lafayette Parishes,” Savannah said. “Now for the last
time, stop interrupting me, damn it.”
    “Promise to tell me about your plan to rule
the legal world later.” LaShaun grinned at her. When Savannah
squinted back, LaShaun sighed. “Alright, alright. Go ahead. Allison
Graham snuck out of town to consult you.”
    “Exactly. Oh she tried to play it off. She
claimed she was going to be in Abbeville anyway and that meeting
there would be more convenient, so I agreed to the cloak and dagger
stuff. Came in with a scarf wrapped around her face, dark
sunglasses, and her hair