In a few minutes they were seated. She ordered iced tea while Dan and Axel opted for coffee. They both knew what they wanted right away; obviously, they both knew the restaurant. For Dan, pecan-roasted fish. Axel went for the steak. Katie still wasn’t sure she could eat, but they were away from the morgue now, and the aromas coming from the kitchen were enticing, and she knew food was something she probably really needed.

She went with the special, a surf and turf meal.

Their waitress had just left the table when Katie looked to the stairs leading to the second floor. There was a woman at the landing.

She might have been someone dressed for a costumed event in a 1920s outfit.

But Katie knew Dan’s ghost had arrived, sweeping in with flair and elegance.

Mabel made her way to the table.

Katie smiled, seeing Dan and Axel were about to stand out of politeness—and then realized they should not. Mabel waved a hand at the two of them, assuring them she appreciated their courtesy but to let it go. With the tiniest scrape of the chair, she took the empty seat next to Axel.

“Miss Delaney! What a pleasure!” Mabel said. “I’m sure these gentlemen have spoken about me. I’m Mabel Greely.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about you,” Katie said, unable to resist a smile. Mabel had shaken Dan Oliver in a way no living person could have ever managed. She continued. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You’re a tour guide in the city,” Mabel said.

“Carriage tours.”

“Lovely.” Mabel grinned. “I imagine we have friends in common?”

“I imagine we do.”

“Gray Simmons, the English fellow who sailed with Lafitte?”

“Yes!” Katie said. “I see him on Bourbon Street frequently. He says he loved to hang around the old blacksmith shop. Though, he tells me the building was used in so many different ways.”

Mabel explained to Dan and Axel. “Gray died at the Battle of New Orleans, fighting against the British and for Jackson, though he had been born in Liverpool. So, dear boys—and Miss Delaney—please bring me up to speed.”

Dan explained they had found Jennie dead.

Mabel looked at Katie. “You know it was her?”

“You don’t forget,” Katie said softly.

“No, you don’t,” Mabel agreed. “I believe, then, that you have been right, that the killings are all associated. And the man you knew as Dr. Neil Browne is the killer. Jennie was his accomplice, except she crossed him or did something wrong.”

“I think he knew I saw her,” Katie said.

“And you’re feeling a little bit guilty, aren’t you?” Mabel asked. “You mustn’t. I’m sure she participated in the most heinous crimes imaginable.”

“Think we’ll see her anywhere? Her...uh...” Dan asked cautiously.