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Published April 29, 2019
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“We learn from failure, not from
success!”
—Bram Stoker,
Dracula
1
Turn of Events
A
s we careened through the crowd, jostling bodies
along the way, the usual stench rose from that
quagmire of human decadence known as Bourbon
Street. Were we being chased? No. We were the
pursuers, hunting down another perpetrator. My
senses told me that we were near.
Another few feet, and we reached the mouth
of the alley. The metallic smell thickened and
threatened to turn my stomach.
“Damn! Fucking too late,” Ace Broussard, my
partner, said.
A trail of blood led to a human body—or what
was left of one—lying on the worn cobblestone.
Ace crouched beside it for a closer examination.
Identifying remains, the gross part of our business,
didn’t bother him. Sometimes I thought he reveled
in trying to determine which species committed a
crime.
“Morgan?”
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