Phantom Evil. Heather Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ had to learn to compromise. Senator Holloway likes to give speeches. He says that he believes in New Orleans and the state of Louisiana—it’s a place for everyone to live, and to live together, and to remember the past so that we never repeat it,” Mama Matisse said.

      “You don’t sound as if you believe all that,” Jackson said.

      Angela was surprised; she hadn’t heard anything out of the ordinary in Mama Matisse’s voice.

      She shrugged. “He is a politician.”

      “So, who disliked him? Who would want to hurt him?” Jackson asked.

      “The Aryans, for one,” she said.

      “Have they become a political group in this town?” Jackson asked.

      “They are bigots, that’s what they are,” Jake Mallory, who had been leaned against the counter, said irritably.

      “They’re Louisiana based, but they’re an offshoot of a group that formed up in North Dakota. Most people around here ignore them,” Jake said. “They could make Archie Bunker look like a bleeding–heart liberal.”

      “Archie Bunker?” Whitney murmured.

      “Hey, don’t you ever watch TV?” Jake asked her. “Archie Bunker, All in the Family, a major television show in its social honesty, reflecting the changing times.”

      “Hey, we can do television history at another time,” Jackson mimicked.

      “Right. The Aryans do hate Senator Holloway,” Whitney said. She was next to Jake, and she lifted a hand dismissively. “They have a campaign against interracial marriage. Ridiculous.” She made a face. “I’d be a poster child for what not to do! They are convinced that we’ve diluted America, and that all mixed babies should be aborted.”

      “They sound charming,” Angela said dryly.

      “There’s another group, too,” Mama Matisse said. “The Church of Christ Arisen.”

      Jackson waited, and Whitney explained, “They are like the Baptists, the Catholics and the Presbyterians all rolled into one.”

      Jake sniffed. “That insults the Baptists, the Catholics and the Presbyterians!”

      “They don’t believe in anything but early to rise, early to bed. No dancing, no drinking, no sex before marriage. Adultery means you’re banished from the church,” Whitney explained. “They believed that Haiti got what it received—just like New Orleans—when nature swept in and killed people. That was God taking vengeance on sinners. They campaign against Senator Holloway because he’s a huge believer in social reform. He opened a home for unwed mothers. They were horrified.”

      Jackson frowned, confused. “But—they don’t believe in abortion, I take it. Why wouldn’t they want to help unwed mothers?”

      “Unwed mothers shouldn’t exist,” Whitney explained.

      “I see,” Jackson said.

      “That’s why the senator needed a bodyguard,” Mama Matisse said, nodding solemnly. “I believe that the senator spent time investigating the groups, trying to find out what they might be up to next. But it was all very hush–hush, so I can’t really tell you much. He was worried that they might mean to take physical action against him.”

      “So, they do believe in assassination?” Jackson asked.

      “There was a doctor who came down from New York City and opened a clinic—a family–planning clinic. He was on a lot of the local talk shows. He denied that he had come because they call New Orleans the Big Easy,” Whitney said. “He was a smart man, from what I could see. He said that it was better for a confused young woman to abort a child early than to give birth in a ladies’ room and flush the living child down the toilet.”

      “What happened to him?” Angela asked.

      Whitney looked at her with a sad grimace. “He died in a hit–and–run accident just outside his clinic. It was over in the CBD—the Central Business District. Unrelated to their son’s accident.”

      Angela could see that Jackson seemed to have acquired all that he wanted from Mama Matisse.

      “You have been so kind to come and talk to us,” she said. “We thank you so much.”

      Mama Matisse rose. She looked at Whitney. “You know where I am. Come to see me, and we can talk more if you wish.” She turned to Jackson, studying him. “You have the ability to find all the answers—if you let yourself do so.”

      “Well, thank you for your faith. I’ll see you out,” Jackson offered, rising. “Do you need a ride anywhere? It would be the least we could do.”

      Mama Matisse shook her head. “I am nearing ninety. I am nearing ninety because I walk the French Quarter every day. But thank you. You do have courtesy.”

      “Well, thank you,” Jackson said. Angela was surprised when Mama Matisse offered him her hand. Jackson took it. There was an interesting exchange of gazes between the two. Mama Matisse smiled. They walked out together.

      “This is so, so sad,” Whitney murmured.

      “Yes, and it was good of your great–grandmother to come. Especially because she’s right. We can’t make the maids talk to us.”

      “Because Rene thought that she saw a ghost. And she won’t tell anyone—but my great–grandmother. Neither was here when Regina died,” Whitney said. “But I knew that they had spoken with Gran–Mama.”

      “Ah, but was it a ghost? A trick of the light, or her imagination—or was someone really in the house?” Angela asked reflectively.

      “I’d say that we opened a can of worms,” Jake said, shaking his head. “Now it doesn’t just seem like someone might have been responsible, it seems that way too many someones might have been responsible.”

      “Way too many someones,” Angela said. “Whitney, I love your great–grandmother. She’s fascinating. I hope to see her again.”

      “Yes, she is wonderful. She has so much wisdom—and kindness in her heart. But she’s not a fool, and she doesn’t like people easily.” She laughed suddenly, looking to the door. “Our fearless leader is a skeptic, and she knows it. But I think she’s seeing something deeper inside him. Something that makes him special.”

      Angela wasn’t sure about that. Jackson Crow was courteous, and he knew how to be completely stoic.

      Except for the fact that he didn’t seem to think much of her. She winced inwardly; oddly enough, she felt a great deal as Mama Matisse did.

      There was something deep in him that he didn’t give away easily. And more oddly still, she wanted to know what it was, wanted to know more about the real man beneath the facade. Why had he been chosen to lead their team?

      Firsthand knowledge and work with human behavior, she told herself dryly.

      But she did have a certain gift, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not.

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