“He told her he was going in and she needed to keep a low profile, because all in all, the French Quarter was a small community. And she just said ‘What the hell do you think a dumb kid might remember?’ Anyway, he told her to go away, and he had to hurry. He didn’t want to be late for a shift until he was ready to quit. He was wearing one of those white jackets. You know the kind that waiters wear? That should help...a lot of the places along here are so casual. I think he’s working at one of the more high-end restaurants.”

Dan leaned back. That would help.

That would definitely, beyond a doubt, help them in a search.

“Thank you,” he told them both. “Sincerely, thank you.”

“We’re here to help. I mean, I think...we’re really here to help,” Mabel said, shrugging with a grin. She grew serious. “Get these people, Dan. Please get them.”

“I promise you I will do everything in my power,” he vowed. He stood. “I’d better go. I don’t want to leave Katie alone.”

“What? She’s alone?” Gray demanded.

“Alone, with half the city. But I’m on my way back to her right now.”

“You keep her safe, young man! That is one fine young lady,” Gray said. He looked at Mabel then. “And she lost people, people dearest to her in the world. Right this the best you can, young man. But you get back to her now.”

“I’m on my way!” he said.

Leaving the ghosts, Dan headed back toward Decatur. As he left, he called Axel.

It was going to be easier to explain his information to Axel than to Ryder.

“We need to go about a quiet search,” Axel said. “If Neil realizes we’re on to him, he’ll disappear before we can get to him.”

“Maybe we can start at opposite ends of the street and work toward each other. Bring Adam and Ryder in on it,” Dan suggested.

“That’s a plan,” Axel agreed. “And I may bring in one more agent, new fellow from Krewe headquarters who has been helping out on this here. He’s smart as a whip—”

“And speaks to the dead,” Dan said.

“Yeah.”

“All right. Katie will want to keep the carriage out until early evening—”

“That’s fine. Things don’t move here until late. If this guy is still around, the fine-dining places will be getting going after six.”

“Meet up then,” Dan said.

He ended the call. But then he called Axel back.

“What else?” Axel asked.

“Can you get Angela to do a deep dig on someone for me?” he asked.

“Who?”

“A casting agent, the one who let us know that both Jennie and Neil had been extras in the movie. Mrs. Carly Britton. Oh, yes, and check on her husband, too. She acted all terrified when she found out, but...”