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"In your office."
"So?"
"I think it's a break the FBI's working with us on this one."
"You told me that before."
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" His eyes grew brighter, then he looked away and laughed out loud.
"What's the big joke?" I asked.
"Nothing." He rubbed his lips with his knuckle, and his eyes kept crinkling at the corners.
"Let me ask you something between insider jokes," I said. "Why is the FBI coming in on this one so early? They don't have enough work to do with the resident wiseguys in New Orleans?"
"That's a good question, Dave. Ask Agent Gomez about that and give me feedback later." He walked off smiling to himself. Uniformed deputies in the corridor were smiling back at him.
I picked up my mail, walked through my office door, and stared at the woman who was sitting in my chair and talking on my telephone. She was looking out the window at a mockingbird on a tree limb while she talked. She turned her head long enough to point to a chair where I could sit down if I wished.
She was short and dark-skinned, and her thick, black hair was chopped stiffly along her neck. Her white suit coat hung on the back of my chair. There was a huge silk bow on her blouse of the sort that Bugs Bunny might wear.
Her eyes flicked back at me again, and she took the telephone receiver away from her ear and slipped her hand over the mouthpiece.
"Have a seat. I'll be right with you," she said.
"Thank you," I said.
I sat down, looked idly through my mail, and a moment later heard her put down the phone receiver.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked.
"Maybe. My name's Dave Robicheaux. This is my office."
Her face colored.
"I'm sorry," she said. "A call came in for me on your extension, and I automatically sat behind your desk."
"It's all right."
She stood up and straightened her shoulders. Her breasts looked unnaturally large and heavy for a woman her height. She picked up her purse and walked around the desk.
"I'm Special Agent Rosa Gomez," she said. Then she stuck her hand out, as though her motor control was out of sync with her words.
"It's nice to know you," I said.
"I think they're putting a desk in here for me."
"Oh?"
"Do you mind?"
"No, not at all. It's very nice to have you here."
She remained standing, both of her hands on her purse, her shoulders as rigid as a coat hanger.
"Why don't you sit down, Ms. . . . Agent Gomez?"
"Call me Rosie. Everyone calls me Rosie."
