“Well, to hell with the rest of you, too!” he snarled.
It was all going to be so beautifully evil, and now his dreams were wrecked. Kingston looked at the mess, not even knowing where to begin cleaning it up.
What in hell was he going to do for the morning broadcast?
* * *
Liz scraped up the sweet apricot sauce on the deep plate with her fork.
“This is very nice of you,” she said, looking across the white tablecloth at Boo, whose clothes looked shabbier than ever in the genteel ambience of the dark wood paneled restaurant. “Even I've heard of having breakfast at Brennan's. I'm surprised you were able to get a reservation. There's quite a crowd here.”
“Oh, I know someone,” Boo-Boo said.
“You always do,” Liz said, smiling impishly. “Forgive the impertinence, but are you certain you can afford this meal? I would be happy to split the check with you.”
Boo gave her a cheerful smile. “My superiors approved the expenditure. They're feelin' pretty good today. Department BBB gets to keep its budget intact for another year. I made it clear how much you'd contributed to the success of my mission.”
Liz ate the last of the Bananas Foster instead of biting her tongue. She was not going to overreact again.
“It was my mission, after all,” she said, pleasantly, and was gratified to see Boo-Boo's bright blue eyes harden slightly. They'd never agree as to who should have been in charge. She sat up, remembering a detail, and fumbled in her purse. “Here's the cell phone. Thank you very much for the loan. I rang my chief. He's passing along the good word about the outcome to Lord Kendale.”
“Well, all's well that ends well,” Boo said, “as your Shakespeare said.”
Liz let out a sigh, sitting back for a moment as the hovering waiter refilled her cup with excellent coffee. As soon as he was gone, she leaned across the table.
“You realize that all we've done is stop this conduit. There might be others out there. Kenny Lewis disappeared before we could question him.”
“There's always somethin' or someone out there,” Boo said, shrugging. “Y'can't keep on worryin' every minute. We've stopped this round, the end of our assignment. If it starts again, we'll stop it again. That's all we can do. Anythin' else is chasin' our tails. I think Miss Fionna is safe, now. They won't try it on her again.”
“I agree.” Liz couldn't help but feel that if she'd had a tail, it would be wagging. Her assignment was over, and it had been a success. Boo-Boo paid the check with a shiny gold American Express card and escorted her out to the curb where a taxi was waiting. He helped the driver sling her bags into the boot. “Do you know, I've only been here three days, but it feels like I've been here for years.”
Beauray Boudreau grinned. “That's N'Awlins, darlin'. It creeps into your soul, and it never lets go.”
“I hope I can come back sometime, and just be a tourist,” Liz said wistfully.
“I hope you can,” Boo-Boo said. “It'd be my pleasure to show you around.” He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. “ 'Til next time, darlin'. Keep an eye over your shoulder. There's always somethin' out there.”
“Stay in touch,” Liz said, squeezing his hand impulsively. “If you ever need me, call.”
“Same goes for you, darlin',” he said. “We're friends now.”
Boo gave her a brief wave. Then, he turned and shouldered his way into the dense crowd on the street. Within a few steps he'd disappeared into the mass of tourists and genuine characters that were as unmistakably a part of New Orleans as the jazz. Just like Boo.
“ICE cold Coca-Cola!” shouted a vendor pushing a cart along the street.
“Lucky Dogs! Get your Lucky Dogs!”
Liz smiled and settled back in the seat as the taxi drove away.
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