Luci didn’t get her beignets. She looked longingly over her shoulder as Mickey and Delaney hustled her to their car and inserted her in the back seat.
“Shouldn’t we call in the Crime Lab and the Coroner’s office?” Delaney asked Mickey across the top of the car.
“You heard what she said about fiction and reality, Delaney. What if she’s mixed too much fiction with her reality?”
Delaney’s face was a study in the journey to enlightenment and then to horror as he processed this.
“Right. We wait.” He pulled open his door and squeezed in, no car being wholly capable of accommodating his bulk.
Mickey grinned and slid behind the wheel. The grin faded as he watched Luci. In the back seat, she straightened her body and dress, removed the floppy hat and fluffed her hair back up. She settled in, d
