“Take Ginger Holloway,” Mabel said, nodding thoughtfully.

“What happened with Ginger Holloway?” Dan asked, without asking who that had been.

“Well, she was waiting. A horrible domestic dispute! Her son-in-law killed her daughter in a fight over a TV remote control. Terrible. Though, rumor is such a thing has happened several times. Anyway, once the jury put him away, Ginger was anxious to go. Her son received custody of the kids and all was... I guess as fixed as it could be,” Mabel said. “I don’t suppose you can ever really fix anything like that, but once he went to prison, well, all Ginger wanted was to see her daughter.”

“She was interred at Lafayette Cemetery, too,” Gray offered.

“And we saw her leave. It was beautiful,” Mabel said. “I could almost believe I saw a hand reaching out...her daughter’s hand.”

“But,” Gray said softly, “we see those who were injured in life, or who died in battle or for justice...”

“Or the American way!” Mabel said.

“But those who were wicked in life, who killed others or caused great harm or suffering...well, we seldom see them.”

“And when we do, they don’t last long,” Mabel said.

“They leave in darkness,” Gray said.

“I see,” Dan said. He didn’t really see anything at all, but then the ghosts didn’t have real answers to whatever came next themselves, so there wasn’t much that he could see. And he was worried suddenly, anxious he’d left Katie alone.

“So, back to the woman who was killed,” Dan said.

“Right. I saw her on Bourbon Street.”

Dan hid his disappointment. They’d known she’d been running around the French Quarter.

Maybe the ghost of Gray Simmons felt his disappointment.

“Not alone!” Gray said. “I saw her with a man.”

“And it was the man in the sketches, those police renditions or whatever,” Mabel said.

“Two of the mounted police working at night on Bourbon Street had the pictures out on their phones, showing them to each other,” Gray explained.

“So the woman who was killed was with the guy in the sketches!” Mabel said.

“Yes,” Dan agreed. He could tell they understood this wasn’t news to him.

“Well, he works on Bourbon Street,” Gray Simmons said. “He doesn’t look like the sketch, not really. He looks younger. I think he’s taken good care of himself.”

“Maybe he had a facial,” Mabel said.

“Or a nose job,” Gray suggested.

“Okay, works on Bourbon Street where?” Dan asked. Now he was interested.

Gray sighed.

“That I don’t know. Somewhere between Conti and here. And I’m sorry, I think closer to the Canal side, but I can’t be positive. You see, I saw them before I saw the sketches, so I wasn’t paying enough attention.”

“How do you know he works here?”