Nathan Lawrence sat back in confusion. He was a well-dressed man in casual designer clothes, well-groomed, with a nice face, brown hair with a touch of gray, and a lean, gym-toned body.

A match for his wife, Wendy. They lived to a certain style, Dan thought, and considered themselves entitled to that lifestyle. Except that Wendy might want a divorce...and was therefore determined to catch him cheating.

Dan had never thought that the man was cheating. He had family money, but from all appearances, he liked his job as a teacher.

“I don’t understand. That’s Missy and Franklin Turner,” he said, looking up at Dan. Then he frowned. “I’ve seen you. On the streets. Um, in the French Quarter.”

“Yes, that’s where I took this picture. You were having dinner near the river.”

“Yes, of course. That’s where I met Missy and Franklin,” he said.

“Who are Missy and Franklin? Friends?” Dan asked.

“Well, no. I mean, not really. They befriended me on social media and then asked me to meet. They have a group that meets, and it’s just about finding the best in ourselves. It sounded interesting to me. Getting together with others, finding out where help is needed in the city and beyond.”

“Just a group that meets to help others in the city?” Dan asked.

Adam cleared his throat and said, “Nathan likes the idea of community outreach. You know that he’s a teacher. He devotes his free time to their wrestling team.”

“You’re a wrestler?”

Nathan laughed at that, shaking his head. “No, no, I do the arrangements for the team to travel, and I set up their meets.”

“And he helps out at a church soup kitchen,” Adam said.

“Great. So, when was your last meet with the wrestling team?” Dan asked.

“Oh, a couple of months back,” Nathan said, frowning. “Midwinter.”

Before Dan had started watching him. Maybe his travels with the team had spurred his wife’s determination to watch him.

“And the soup kitchen?” he asked politely.

“Protestant church in Metairie,” he said. “You can ask them. I haven’t been there for several weeks now because Wendy—my wife—seems to have plans on Friday nights, and that was when I put in my hours.”

“Let’s get back to Franklin and Missy,” Dan said. “They found you on social media?”

“Sure. All kinds of people meet on social media.”

Dan glanced at Axel. Axel pressed a piece of paper across the table.

“Write down how you’re connected.”

“It’s a business site,” Nathan said, writing as directed. “The site is letsdoit.com. All kinds of people are on it. Some do a little to help the community, and some do a lot.” He hesitated. “I guess some are looking for friends, and some are looking for recruits.”

“This couple, Franklin and Missy, they wanted you to come to a meeting?” Dan asked.

“Yes.”

“And did you go?”