"Gone"
Chapter 18
"Going To Bourbon Street"
STANDARD DISCLAIMER: See: Chapter 1
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Special thanks to Drox, who's been helping me with insights into Fitz, as I haven't read the books.
Fitz stood on the other side of the control console, staring at Zeta. His head was bent over the controls, his straight black hair curtaining his face. Gold glinted at the back of his neck where the necklace peeked out from under his black sweatshirt.
"What is it, Mister Kreiner?" Zeta asked without looking up.
"Huh?"
"You must have something on your mind. Your eyes are positively burning holes in me."
"What're you going to do in New Orleans?"
"I'm going to go to Bourbon Street to watch the prostitutes dance naked in the windows."
"Really?" Fitz sounded hopeful.
"No."
CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 19, "Go To Jail, Go Directly To Jail...
