“Monty,” Lorna called, climbing into her rig, “I’m not going off the beaten track for anyone today or until the monster is caught. My people get French Quarter tours today, and that’s it. I’m not even going to take them by St. Louis No. 1 or 2 or 3, for that matter. Canal to Esplanade and the river to Rampart Street. That is it.”

“I think that’s where you go most of the time,” Monty said.

Lorna made a face at him. “We usually strive to please,” she said. “Anyway...today I will strive to please—in the French Quarter.”

She waved and headed out. Monty watched as Katie climbed into her own rig and Dan followed.

“You’re going with her?” Monty asked.

“She had a traumatic morning,” Dan said cheerfully. “Company is a good thing. And I kind-of-almost grew up here. I’ve got some stories in me, too.”

“But that’s not why you’re going with her,” Monty said. “I saw you on the news. You’re with the cops.”

“Officially, a consultant to the FBI. And I’m working for Katie.”

“For Katie?”

“Of course. She wants this solved.”

“Right. Naturally,” Monty said, and he gave them a solemn wave. “I’ll make sure the boys stay out at night from here on out.”

“Thanks, Monty,” Katie said.

Monty shook his head. “Katie...that axe. He was close. So close. But the dogs would die for you. I wasn’t thinking, I...”

“Monty, it’s okay. And I adore the dogs and don’t want them dying for me. We’re going to make it all safe. And get the guy,” Katie said.

Dan nudged Katie so they’d get going. She waved to Monty, released the brake and made a clicking sound for Sarah.

When they were headed out of Treme and toward Rampart, Katie turned to him. “So do I really head down in front of Jackson Square and find some tourists?” she asked.

He nodded. “Let’s see what we get through your usual haunts. The practical things are being done. Forensic tests will be completed, and every cop in the city will know that we’re looking for another victim via our new Axeman. Jennie was running through the French Quarter last night. She might be there again, just in a different guise. But I think we’ll know her when we see her now.”

But they saw nothing passing through the French Quarter down to Decatur Street and Katie’s position in front of Jackson Square.

Lorna had evidently arrived just before them. She was standing on the sidewalk with Benny, now in silver, clean-shaven and evidently doing a personification of Andrew Jackson that day. Beneath his silver coloring, his attire was the same as that worn by Jackson as he sat on his steed in the famous statue in the square.