He caught up to her just as she reached Bourbon Street. She stood there, dismayed, staring in both directions.

“Katie, what the hell is going on?”

She didn’t hear him at first, then she seemed to jolt out of whatever she was in.

“I saw her.”

“Katie—”

“Her!” she snapped angrily. “The woman. The woman who was with Dr. Neil Browne on my father’s boat. Jennie!”

“Katie, we were in a restaurant—”

“Don’t, dammit! Don’t start doubting me. I’m telling you the truth. Look, you think you’re into all this. That you have to clear your conscience or something. No. That’s not enough. I want the killer caught. I want him caught before he does this to anyone else. I’m not blind, and I’m not stupid. I saw her. She’s different. She had extremely long, almost black hair when she was out there, but I imagine it’s a wig. She can probably change like a chameleon. But I saw her.”

“All right,” he said. “So, she’s on Bourbon Street...somewhere.”

Katie nodded. “But I don’t know if she went toward Canal Street or Esplanade. I don’t know which way she went.”

“All right. I really don’t want you off alone. I’ll get Axel. He was going to hang out in the Marigny, see if he could learn anything there. He can be here in minutes—”

“She can be gone in minutes.”

“Then, pick a direction, and we’ll give your description of her to the first mounted policeman we find.”

She let out a sigh. “Okay. Toward Esplanade.”

They started walking, moving at a good clip but slowly enough to try to peek into the different venues along the way.

This was impossible, unless they had a small army. But while he walked, he called Axel.

Axel promised to be right there—with an army.

Katie wasn’t listening; she wasn’t paying any attention. She was determined to find the mystery woman.

They’d only gone a block and a half—past music venues, shops and two strip clubs—when he saw five police officers on foot approaching them.

“We need a description, ma’am,” one of them said, nodding to Dan and looking at Katie.

She gave the description quickly, looking back at him with a little bit of wonder.

“I’m Officer Forte. My guys and I are going to fan out and catch the places between here and Canal. Your FBI buddies are behind me. I’ll text them the description you gave me. They’ll be fanning in from Esplanade.”

“I... Thank you!” Katie said earnestly.

“No, thank you, ma’am,” Forte said, and nodding to her and Dan, he was off.

“We still need to keep going,” Katie said.

“We’ll keep going.”

They were down another block when Dan noted a trash can out on the corner by one of the crowded club venues.