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“Who shot at me?” I said.
“I have no idea,” she replied.
“Don’t tell me that.”
“You scared my father. You had no right to do that.”
“Nobody scares your father. It’s the other way around. His whole career was invested in terrifying people who have no power.”
“I don’t mean you. I mean what you’re doing. Pierre got mixed up with the Giacano family. On what level, I don’t know. But I know he’s afraid, just like my father is.”
“The Giacanos slid down the pipe when Didi Gee died. The rest of the family are nickel-and-dime lamebrains who couldn’t operate a pizza oven without a diagram. Your father has his vices, but I don’t think fear of the Giacanos is one of them.”
“My lawyer is in the middle of working out a divorce settlement with Pierre. I’m not sure of all the things he’s involved in. My lawyer says maybe I should be careful about what I pray for, meaning what I end up with.”
“Don’t you and Pierre already own an electronic security service of some kind?”
“Not exactly. Pierre and I and my father own half of it together. An international conglomerate bought the rest of the stock a few years ago. I actually got into the business to create a job for my father.”
What she was telling me didn’t coincide with her history. Varina had been an electrical engineering major at LSU and had been involved with high-tech electronic security work since she graduated. “So your lawyer thinks Pierre’s business enterprises might be toxic?” I said.
“At least some of them. He grew up in St. Mary Parish. Back in the 1970s, his mother’s family evicted people from their company homes for even talking to a union representative. The funny thing about them, and this includes Pierre, is they’ve never felt they did anything wrong. They feel no guilt about anything, including infidelity.” She let her eyes shift onto mine.
“You’re talking about Pierre?”
“So you don’t get the wrong idea, I did it back to him. I owned up to it at my church. It was embarrassing, but I’m glad I got it off my chest.”
“Is the grandfather a player in any of this?”
“I don’t know what he is. I always stayed away from him.”
“What’s the problem?”
“Everything. His eyes. The way his teeth show behind his lips when he looks at you. Once he came up behind me and touched the back of my neck. He said, ‘You must be still. There’s a bee in your hair.’ Then he pushed his body against me. It was disgusting. I told Pierre about it, but he said I was imagining things.”
I really didn’t want to hear any more about the grandfather or Varina’s problems with him. “Do the names Tee Jolie and Blue Melton mean anything to you?”
“No, who are they?”
“Girls from St. Martinville. One is missing, and one was found in a block of ice.”
“I read about that.” She shook her head, refocusing her concentration. “What does this have to do with me or Pierre or his grandfather?”
“I think Pierre used Tee Jolie as a model in one of his paintings.”
“I don’t think he uses models. I don’t think he paints anybody. He’s a fraud.”
“Pardon?”
“His talent is like flypaper. Little pieces of other people’s work stick in his head, and he puts them on a canvas and calls the painting his. Every time there’s a real artist in the area, you can see Pierre’s tail disappearing inside his hidey-hole. He’s a sex addict, not an artist. Why would he stay down here if he’s an artist? Wouldn’t he be in New York or Paris or Los Angeles? There’s an art gallery in Krotz Springs, Louisiana?”
“Say that again?”
“Pierre is a freak. I won’t go into detail except to say our bed should have been cruciform in shape. I don’t know why I’m telling you this. None of it seems to register.”
I stared at her blankly, a bit in awe of her ability to control and manipulate a conversation. The first Lafayette PD cruiser to arrive at the crime scene turned in to the parking lot, followed by a sheriff’s cruiser and a second city department vehicle that parked by the curb, on the other side of the hedge. While I still had my thoughts together—which was not easy after a conversation with Varina Leboeuf—I tried to remember everything she had told me. She was intelligent and lovely to look at. Her fine cheekbones and the softness of her mouth and the earnestness in her expression were of a kind that made both the celibate and the happily married question the wisdom of their vows. I also realized that she had managed to deflect the conversation away from specifics about her husband’s criminality to how wretched it was to be married to him. I didn’t know if her depiction of her husband’s sexual habits was true, but I had to hand it to her: Varina could weave a spiderweb and sprinkle it with gold dust and lure you inside and wrap it around both your eyes and your heart, all the while making you enjoy your own entrapment.
“When you get finished with the local cops, hang around and we’ll have some ice cream,” she said.
