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Do
After Fourcade's first visit, he had passed out in the bathroom and dreamed of Pam. Dark hair and shining eyes. A su
Then suddenly Fourcade had him by the scruff of the neck, and Do
"Yeah, you choke on it," Fourcade growled. He bent his body over Do
Do
"Where were you tonight?" Fourcade demanded.
"You're crazy!"
Nick shoved his head back in the bowl. "Wrong answer, Tulane! Where were you tonight? Where'd you get that mud on your boots?"
"I told you!"
"Don't fuck with me, Do
"I told you!" Do
"You're go
Do
"You better pray to God that's the truth, Do
Terrified and sick, disgusted with himself, Do
"You know, you're just as rotten as everybody says, Fourcade," he declared. "You don't have a warrant. You got no call to treat me like this. You're not a cop; you're a goddamn jackbooted thug. I shoulda let you rot in jail."
"You go
"I don't know what you're talking about. And why should you care about Broussard?"
"I got my reasons." He closed the trunk and moved to the passenger's side doors. "You know, you're right for once, Do
"You're trespassing," Do
"Me? Trespassing in the home of my good friend who bailed me outta jail? Who would believe that?"
"Is there any law you won't break?"
He shut the door and strolled back toward Do
He climbed the two steps to the kitchen door and snatched hold of Do
"I didn't shoot anybody-"
"While justice would bypass the formalities and cut to the heart of the matter."
"It's not for you to be judge and jury."
"You left out executioner." He arched a brow. "Was that purposeful or Freudian? Not that it matters. I find it amusing that you bring the point up now, Do
He uncurled his fist from Do
The crazy son of a bitch.
Do
He decided what he needed was a little something of the pharmaceutical variety to settle him down so he could think his way out of this mess. Old Dr. Hollier had obliged, sympathetic to the tragedy in his life. He didn't know the half of it, Do
Lindsay Faulkner was dead and Fourcade knew about Marcotte.
With the bitch queen of Bayou Breaux gone, the way was clear to make a deal for the realty-except for one obstacle: Fourcade.
How could Fourcade have possibly known about that phone call? Paranoia had driven Do
That particular reminder had Do
Pam had always told him he acted first and considered consequences too late. He wondered if she had ever realized just how right she'd been.