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“Thank you,” grinned the chef.
“Listen, we don’t want you boys to get yourselves in trouble, but we’d appreciate it if you did some casual riding around the area. See if anyone has had break-ins to their storage units. Maybe large smash-and-grab situations. Anything like that.
“If you see a man on a motorcycle that looks like a police motorcycle, call this number, and someone will put you through to us,” said Magnus, handing him the white card.
“We’d be happy to,” nodded Falcon. “The boys get restless, and we were feeling pretty damn helpless after all this. At least we’ll feel like we’re doing something.”
Noah gripped Magnus’s forearm, squeezing it so hard the other man thought it might break. His face blanched, and there was a pained look on his face.
“Hey, is he alright? Did the food make him sick?” asked one of the men.
“No. No, I think there’s something wrong, though,” said Dom. “Noah? Noah, brother, look at me.” Noa stood and moved toward his friend. Standing nearly eye to eye, he gripped his shoulders, forcing him to look at him.
“Noah, what is it, brother?”
“There is a woman. A d-dead woman crying for help,” he whispered.
“Did he say a dead woman?”
“Noah, who is she? Does she have a name?”
Noah moved around his friend, walking to the back of the lot where the marsh began and the swamp continued. He stood there, nodding his head, speaking softly.
“Hey, man, is your friend okay?” asked Falcon.
“I know it’s difficult to believe, but he can see and hear dead people. It never fails, and it’s overwhelming for him. He says he can hear a dead woman crying for help.”
“Jesus,” whispered the man. The others all stared at the huge Viking, unwilling to not believe him. “Should we go to him?”
“No,” said Magnus, shaking his head. “It’s best if we let him handle this. There’s nothing we can do.”
A few moments later, Noah walked back to them, stumbling and nearly falling. Five of the riggers were there to help steady him, smiling at him.
“You know?” he asked.
“Mon frére, we’re from the bayou. Lotsa strange shit happens out here, and we don’t question it. You say you talk to dead ladies, I believe you.” Noah gave a grateful nod.
“Who is she, Noah?”
“Levette Marquess,” said Noah. “She was kidnapped and murdered about ten years ago.”
“Shit,” muttered Falcon. “That was all over the news. They suspected her husband killed her.”
“He did,” said Noah. “He dumped her body back there. When we leave, please call the police and tell them you think someone spotted the body in the marsh. A stranger, and the stranger left. She claims her husband’s DNA should be on her body.”
“Is that what she wanted?” asked Noa.
“That and to tell us that our police officer is from Picayune, Mississippi. She heard his conversation. I believe it is close enough to get here quickly if need be.”
“It is indeed, big man,” smiled Dom. “We got ourselves another lead. Pigsty? Lou Rawlston with the Picayune PD.”
“Got it.”
“We’ll let you know if we see anything,” said Falcon. “Either way, it was a damn pleasure to meet y’all. Honored.”
“Same,” nodded Noa. They all looked at Noah, wondering if he was okay.
“My apologies for my strange behavior,” he said to them. One of the men grinned at him, shaking his head.
