Harrison Investigations 2 Ghost Walk (40 page)

"Or," Massey added with a shudder, "why the man was struggling as if there were a gator chewing him apart while he was lying on the ground. Why the hell he admitted every thing… ratted on Billy Banks in seconds flat."

Brent smiled at Massey.

"I think you do," he said softly.

Massey looked away. "Hell! All I know is that thanks to you, Blackhawk, I need a vacation. One hell of a vacation. And I'm going to get it. So is Joulette. Shit. You had the two of us suspicious of one another, sneaking around to check up on our own leads. We both thought the other guy was ratting to Haggerty. Meanwhile, it was Madame giving him information."

Mitch cleared his throat. "There's still another question. What was Haggerty—sorry, Greenwood—looking for? What did he think Andy had? And once he'd trashed her place and hadn't found it… was that why he went after Nikki, as risky as it was?"

"My purse is at a forensics lab," Nikki told him. "Whether it was true or not, we don't know yet. But Robert Greenwood believed that Tom Garfield had kept information on a chip—that he'd filmed some of the comings and goings and dealings he'd seen, and that, knowing he was about to be a dead man, he'd passed it on."

"I'm sure they'll find it," Brent said softly. "It's either caught in the lining of Nikki's purse—which is why a girl who looks a lot like Nikki was mugged, and then Nikki herself—or it's on the clothing she was wearing that day. We pretty much know everything." He glanced at Massey wryly again. "Thanks to Greenwood's mysterious confession."

Max sighed and stared at Nikki. "You do realize that we're about to have the most popular tour company in the entire parish, don't you? We'll have to hire a lot more people. Of course, given the terrible circumstances we've recently lived through—"

"
We
? You just got back," Julian protested.

"
We
. We're just one big happy family, right?" Max said. "I've canceled all tours for the next week. I believe we go on having customers meet here, but I'll have to work out the financial end with the owner." He stared at Brent with a sigh. "I guess you're not really working for me, are you?"

Nikki stared at Brent. He glanced her way with a dry smile. "Now and then. When I can. And Nikki won't be around for a while, either."

"Nikki?" Max said.

"You're going to have to work yourself for a while. I'm going with Brent to see the Wild West."

"Ah, the Indian thing," Max said sagely, then quickly amended, "Sorry, Native American."

Brent laughed. "We're going on a honeymoon, to the Grand Canyon."

Max congratulated them; Julian rolled his eyes; Patricia shrieked, saying the wedding had better be in New Orleans. Massey promised them a police escort if they wanted one.

The talk and the explanations went on for a while, until it seemed they had talked themselves out and silence fell, but it was a pleasant silence.

Then Brent excused himself and Nikki, and asked Massey to accompany them.

"Where are we going?" Massey asked.

"The cemetery."

Massey groaned.

"No, no, it's all right," Brent told him. "You just need to wait outside."

"Then why are you taking me?"

"It's illegal to be in there, of course," Brent told him. "Unless we have official permission."

"I owe you. But don't you go conjuring up any ghosts. I didn't see what I thought I saw last night. You've just got something in your voice, and that's how you made Greenwood believe those fellows he'd killed were next to him."

Brent put a hand on his shoulder. "It's all right, Owen. Really."

Massey groaned again.

At the cemetery, he stood guard as day ended and dusk fell.

Hand in hand, Nikki and Brent entered. "Huey?" Brent called.

Nikki saw the old man as he came out to greet them. "Hey, there, Injun boy. And you, miss," he said to Nikki.

"I came to thank you, Huey," Brent said. "And I hope that, if I need you, you'll be around."

"Well… I don't think I will be. I've just been waiting on you comin' around again," Huey said.

"Oh?" Brent said with a frown.

Huey gave a broad grin. "You wouldn't believe… that pretty young gal came around again. Marie."

"Old McManus's descendant?" Nikki asked.

Huey nodded. "She done found that I have a great, great… well, I don't know how many greats. But I got me a pretty descendant, too. A little girl just as sweet as can be. And Miss Marie McManus, well, she brought the girl to the graveyard with her momma, and she showed her about where I'm supposed to be, and they were talking, and the momma, she's pretty poor, but that Marie girl wants to be her big sister and pay for piano lessons."

"That's nice, Huey. That's really nice," Brent said. "But… "

"Well, you see, late at night, after the ruckus, I was pretty proud. Felt like I'd stopped some bad stuff from hitting the streets. And I reckon I was right enough to feel proud, 'cause I saw this passage—prettiest passage I ever done see, living or dead. It was like I was beckoned to follow, only it just wasn't right yet. Today, after seeing those girls… it's right. I'm going to be looking for it. Looking for the light." Huey tilted his chin, indicating that they should look behind themselves. "I'm thinking as how your friends there are ready, too."

Nikki spun around, as did Brent.

She knew, however, who she would see.

Andy. And Tom Garfield. She wasn't surprised, and she wasn't frightened. She wasn't even disturbed by the cold when Andy came over to her and she felt the strangest hug. There… but not there. Cold. And yet so very warm. Andy kissed her cheek. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Andy… "

She felt tears rising in her eyes. "No," Andy told her. She winked. "That passage Huey is talking about… well, you can't imagine. And… "

She flicked her hair back, wickedly winking. "I don't have to go alone."

The ghost of Tom Garfield reached out a hand to her.

Andy took it.

Nikki never actually saw any of them go down their magnificent path.

They were just there, and then they were gone.

And then Brent whispered to her softly. "It's time for us to go now, too. We have a different path."

She took his hand, and they left the cemetery together.

They took Massey and Joulette for drinks that evening, then went back to Nikki's. Alone in the house, they made love, then made love again, the act made special by the simple fact that it was so physical. They couldn't help but feel so grateful and so alive.

 

Later, Brent rose while Nikki slept. He walked out on the balcony.

New Orleans. Home.

It was a great place. A wonderful place. It was his heart. Nikki had become his heart.

Um, yeah, it was full of ghosts. But they were great ghosts.

It was also full of history, art, music, and wonderful memories of the past.

And with Nikki in his life, it held a future full of hope.

 

 

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