“Did she know who did it?” she asked.

He shook his head. “No, but she believes—as do many people who have studied this—it might have been a man named Momfre.”

Katie leaned back in her chair. “First to die, as accepted by most people as the victims of the Axeman, were Joseph and Catherine Maggio. Then Louis Besumer and his mistress, Harriet Lowe, were attacked, but they didn’t die. The police arrested a man who had worked at their store, but there was no evidence against him, and he was released. Besumer himself wound up being arrested for the attacks. Harriet Lowe began accusing him of being a German spy, claimed he’d attacked her before... It was all kind of confused, and police officers wound up being demoted over it all. Harriett Lowe later died after a surgery that was supposed to relieve the injuries she had received.”

“You just know all this?” Dan asked, frowning.

She shrugged. “I’m a tour guide.”

“Then, go on—though, obviously, whoever it was isn’t the person doing it now,” Dan said.

“But our axe murderer is playing on it,” Adam said.

“I think so, too,” Dan said. “And I think he’s going to copy a lot of what happened. He had nothing like this back in Florida—no New Orleans legend to call up—but this might be... I don’t know...his main play?” He looked at Katie who was staring back at him.

She didn’t seem quite as hostile as she had before.

“George Calabria has no ties to New Orleans,” she told him.

“I said I’m coming into this now with an open mind. Please go on. I just bought a handful of books on the subject, but you seem to have it down pat. What then?” Dan asked.

He noted that, for the most part, Adam and Axel were sitting back, listening.

Katie glanced around at the three of them. “Okay, next, the Axeman attacked a pregnant woman. She survived and so did the child. It was a bit different. Police believed she’d been attacked with a bedside lamp, and they didn’t associate it with the Axeman right away. All she could remember was a dark figure standing over her. They arrested a man that time, too, but once again couldn’t prove it. The fellow ran when police came after him. There was just no kind of evidence that suggested he did it, but he had a criminal record, and the police were desperate. Because of the nature of the attack—a brutal surprise—they began to think it was the Axeman.”

“What was her name?” Dan asked.

“Anna Schneider,” Katie told him.

He shook his head. “Not my ghost’s friend.”

Katie arched a brow in his direction. He shrugged. “I was approached at the cemetery.”

“Approached?”