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“Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!” His voice boomed across the bustling street. “Join us tonight for an adventure into the heart of the French Quarter’s most haunted secrets. Ghosts, ghouls, and shadows of the past await you!”
He caught the gaze of many passing by. “Hear the real stories of the most infamous voodoo queens of New Orleans!”
Paolo tugged at Max’s pants as if asking to give the man a dollar.
Max shook his head and hurried Paolo and Harlem along, probably not wanting to touch anything to do with ghosts and voodoo.
Kaz and I strolled forward.
“Walk the same paths as Marie Laveau herself and discover where the Queen of Voodoo held court with the spirits!”
We continued past him.
“And let’s not forget the ghosts that roam our streets!” The man pointed to some of our security. “Real ghosts, my friends, who’ve left the veil of death behind to wander the alleyways and buildings of the French Quarter!”
Kaz’s men appeared disturbed and kept space between them and the man.
I chuckled.
The man tried to wave them over. “From the sorrowful lady in white searching endlessly for her lost love to the soldiers of past battles, still fighting their wars in the afterlife!”
Kaz’ men hurried their pace.
Naw. These Russians don’t play with shit like that.
Kaz caught my intrigued expression and smiled. “Do you want to go on the ghost tour, mysh?”
“Hell no. We have enough freaky, dark shit going on.”
He pushed the stroller with one hand and placed his free arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as we walked. “What should we do with the Colombians, mysh?”
“It makes me nervous deciding something so big, when I’m. . .the way I am.”
“And I think it is in these times when you show to yourself and everyone else how strong you truly are.”
I sighed.
“What do we do?”
I frowned. “I want to kill the Colombians and the bankster.”
“But will it be easy?”
“I doubt it.”
“It would be a war on two fronts, US and Colombia. And right now, we are making sure you are healed.”
“Then, we don’t act now. We go to the dinner and see if a conversation could get us some resolution and delay the time.”
“You think a meal and drinks will get Cali cartel to drop the organ harvesting?”
“I want to give them a chance. See if there is another market they want to get into. Harlem Crew could go to Colombia and help them shift their business to anything else.”
“Befriend the organ harvesters and help them get back on their feet.” Kaz laughed. “My sexy, little fawn.”
I shook my head. “Let’s hope talking and diplomacy can keep us out of gunning down everyone.”
“And the bankster?”
