In the Electric Mist Page #2

The girl had a real thing

for Hogman.

Some time around 1:00,

she put her purse behind the bar

and says she's going to go

outside for a walk.

You know she'd been

arrested for prostitution?

I didn't know that.

All right.

Okay.

You hired her

'cause you thought

she was an honor student

at LSU.

I can't say I care for the way

you're talking to me, Detective.

If I found out you've been

holding back information on me,

Mr. Trajan, I'ma come back here

with a warrant, Mr. Trajan,

for your arrest.

Did you know Cherry LeBlanc,

little white girl,

about 19 years old?

She work here,

ain't she?

Do you know if she had

a boyfriend, tante?

If that's what

you want to call it.

She in the business.

Was Mr. Trajan involved?

Ask him.

I don't think he was.

Otherwise you wouldn't be

telling me all these things.

She a sad girl.

I told her,

"A pretty white girl like you

could have anything you want."

When that girl dress up,

she look just like a movie star.

Who was her pimp?

I don't know nothing else, me.

She wasn't about

to give the name

of some rich white man

to an old black woman.

What rich white man?

Some rich white man maybe...

get her out of the business

of selling jelly roll.

She say that just before

somebody done them

awful things

to that young girl.

The sheriff over

in St. Clair Parish

said, "Thanks a lot,"

for that pile of bones you found

out in the Atchafalaya yesterday.

They really appreciate

the extra work.

He need to find

a new line of work,

he don't like them bones.

Now, he said you're welcome

to come over on your days off

and run an investigation.

Their coroner's got them bones

now waiting on you.

Autopsy report came in

on that LeBlanc girl.

Looks like we're talking

about a psychopath,

somebody wired to the eyes

on crack or meth.

Maybe.

I think she knew him.

So you don't think

it was a John?

No, she left her purse

behind the bar

with all her condoms in it.

Cherry LeBlanc was

a working girl with ambition.

Maybe she misjudged

a business opportunity here.

Who's a girl like that

going to be in business with?

Um... Baby Feet?

Maybe Baby Feet.

What's happening, Cholo?

I thought

you was in the pen.

No, man.

Katrina,

she rinsed my hands clean.

The whole damn crlme lab

washed off

down the river.

Ain't got nothing on me

in New Orleans.

Doing fine, bro.

Besides that, they ain't

even got enough money

to lobotomize

guys like me no more.

What's going on, Dave?

I'm investigating a murder,

Julie.

No kldding.

Y'all worried about me,

Dave?

Hell yes.

How many guys

would burn down their own

father's nightclub with their

own father still in it?

You got to forgive me

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