Chapter 3
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Remy LeBeau was in his office the morning after his date with Ororo typing up his report into the murder of Telford Porter when Detective Drake knocked and entered his office.
"Hey Remy listen to this, remember Joanna Cargill who stabbed her husband last week?"
"Yeah."
"Well we go to see her. Mrs Cargill your husband just died and you're busted for second degree homicide. You know what she said?"
"Non what?"
"That bastard I stabbed him before and he never died."
"Ha Ha"
RING RING RING RING
"Officer LeBeau." Remy answered the phone and waved Drake out of his office.
"Hello Lieutenant."
"Hey Ororo you must be psychic I was just thinking about y'."
"Tell me what's new on the Porter case?"
"Oh not a thing."
"Why not aren't you working on it."
"Hey I got a poisoned nurse in the Garden District, I got a strangled transvestite in the French Quarter and a suspicious asphyxiation Uptown, Telford's gonna have to wait his turn."
"You're supposed to give priority to the Porter murder, now when can I see a copy of the report?"
(Ororo's Pov)
"I tell y' what the Neville brothers are playing at Tipitinas tonight why don't I give to y' then."
"Look uhm I was thinking that uhm we ought to keep this relationship strictly professional."
"Hey why I thought we had a good time last night, didn't you like the music?"
"The music was very nice."
"Well didn't you like the food?"
"The food was delicious but uhm...Look Remy lets just forget about last night okay there's just too much possibility for conflict of interest."
"Oh really? why are you investigating me chere?"
"Of course not."
"Then why don't I pick you up at eight?"
"Uhm...No please just have a copy of the report sent over to my office. Thank you Lieutenant." CLICK
Ororo was leaving the Court-House and heading to hail a cab to take her home so she could just relax and try to forget about Remy LeBeau when his car pulled up to the sidewalk completely blocking off another driver who started to honk his horn in annoyance.
"Hey Ro."
HONK
"What are you doing here?"
HONK what the hell are you doing HONK
"I got a large pizza here pepperoni, extra cheese."
HONK move ya god damn car will ya HONK
"You can't get around me that easily Lieutenant, where's my report?"
"Right here."
"Where?"
"Under the pizza, y' gotta eat the pie t' get t' the report."
HONK go on girlie get in the car
Later at Ororo's apartment the pizza had been eaten and the box emptied Ororo was reading the report at a desk and Remy was lying on the couch with a beer in his hand almost falling asleep.
"You write a pretty good report."
"Ah great does dat mean we can go to Tipitinas now?"
"No. I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Sigh"
"Porter was shot at a downward angle the weapon was a Mac-10 pistol. What are you thinking dope smugglers?"
"Possibly but a lot of y' younger wise-guys use Mac-10 pistols too."
"You found his car parked way out on Chipitala Street-"
"Chopatula street." Remy corrected with amusement.
"Chopatula street, but you couldn't find any evidence of a crime correct?"
"Yeah but what it doesn't say in dere is his car was parked across the street from a Wharf warehouse owned by one Kevin Tremain, a well known hitman in the family of our mutual friend Jason Wyngarde. I'm gonna check out dat warehouse tomorrow."
"Why isn't that in your report Lieutenant?"
"Were not supposed t' draw conclusions you know dat."
"Well if someone were to ask you what conclusion would you draw?"
"Well Telford imported heroin for a living Kevin Tremain's warehouse is on the river, sometimes heroin comes up the river. Y' can draw y' own conclusions."
"I'm impressed."
"By what?"
"Well you've obviously given this a great deal of thought. You're doing a very thorough job."
"Oh thank you very much. What you think I usually do a very lousy job!?"
"No I didn't mean that I J-"
"Why don't you like me Ororo!?
"I do like you." She replied shocked at the change in tone.
"Well why don't you trust me then?!
"..."
"What you think I'm a rotten, don't give a shit, dishonest, no good dirty cop?" He approached her and tipped her chair back and with his face only inches from hers Ororo couldn't help staring into his eyes. "Is dat what you think of me?"
"No" She says breathlessly "I do trust you I I d--" He kissed her and un-clipped her silky white hair allowing it to fall gracefully around her shoulders. All thoughts of Drug smugglers and Hitmen disappearing from her mind as she felt like she was falling un-able to hold on to anything real. Almost hypnotised she surrendered to her passion completely.
In the bedroom a shirtless Remy trails his hand up Ororo's thigh and kisses her neck and up her jaw line to her lips, laying her down and slowly laying kisses down her body. While she moves her hand and accidentally scratches a sensitive area of Remy's body.
"Ah"
"Sorry I'm not very good at this."
"Shh. Chere."
"I uhm I can't do this I'm uhm too nervous. I can't relax. I'm very embarrassed."
"Non don't be embarrassed chere non. Just relax dis is the Big Easy folks have a certain way o' doin' things down here." Remy says caressing her leg.
"I noticed." She replies shyly as Remy moves his hand upwards "Oh...stop that."
"What?"
"...That"
"What dat? or dis?"
"Ah."
BEEP BEEP They were rudely interrupted by the cell-phone on the nightstand.
"Yours or mine?" Ororo asked
"Mine. Shit."
"LeBeau dis better be good. Wait slow down a minute. Alright I'll be right dere."CLICK "SHIT!"
"What is it?"
"Triple murder over in Storyville...I'm sorry."
"It's okay. I never did have much luck with sex anyway."
"You're luck's about to change cherie."
"How long does a murder take?"
"Couple' hours at least."
"Come back?"
"You sure?"
"I'm sure. We'll talk about the Porter case."
"Sure." Remy gave her a charming smile and closed the door behind him. Leaving
Ororo with a dreamy look on her beautiful face.
Remy slowly drove through the gathered crowd and parked outside the already taped off crime scene. And was met by his friend, boss and possible future step-father Police Captain Cassidy.
"Hey Remy why don't you call your mother on the telephone? She hasn't heard from you in over a week."
"When the hell you gonna make an honest woman outta her cher huh?"
"She won't marry me until I retire."
SMASH The crowd was getting restless
"We got a carnival goin' on here or what? What the hell is goin' here anyway?"
"There's a couple of kids spreading a rumour that the killers were in an un-marked Police car."
"Great dat's all we need." A few feet into the house Remy came to the first body and a police officer crouched beside it.
"Alright to roll him over Lieutenant?"
"Yeah roll away. Ouch. Hey Cap everything under control out there?"
"Oh yeah our riot's kinda turned into a party."
"Man, I love dis town." Remy said with a grin witch soon fell when he saw who had followed the Captain through the door.
"You remember miss Ororo Munroe don't you?"
"It's very nice to see you again Lieutenant."
"...You too."
"It seems the D.A's office is interested since there's an allegation of police involvement."
"You believe every rumour you here on the street?"
"Do you have any evidence one way or another?"
"Right now we got two unknown white male suspects, not officers suspects and one unsubstantiated rumour."
"Anything on the victims yet?"
"Sure but you don't wanna see dis guy he kinda lost his face. We're gonna have to wait for a finger print I.D on him. Third victim I take to be one of the Kleinstock brothers a runner for Emmanuel DaCosta."
"...Who's Emmanuel DaCosta?" Ororo asked queasy in the blood covered room
"He runs the black side of the narcotics in New Orleans. Wyngarde he runs the white action. Ororo you okay?"
"...Why don't you believe that the killers were cops?"
"Because if they were cops they would o' stayed right here and we would o' found plants, guns knives all kinds o' evidence dat dey resisted arrest, it's something every cop in the world knows how to do."
"That sure doesn't surprise me."
"Oh yeah, well you probably know how to bribe a jury too don't y', even though y' probably never have." He said grinning causing Ororo to roll her eyes.
"Hey Remy, look what I got. Feels like about a kilo." Detective Rankin said entering the room holding a bag of heroin.
"Well dat's really great work Calvin really great why don't we just pass it around so we can all put are fingerprints on it huh? What d' y' say captain?"
"Heroin somebody's been using shotguns here so...?"
"I figure Tremain, shotgun's are his signature."
"Resulting in Spaghetti sauce."
"..."
"Captain y' wanna take over here? I think I should take miss Munroe home."
"...Oh thank you very much." Remy led her from the house leaving the Captain and Detective Petros behind.
In Remy's car Ororo was leaning with her head out of the window trying not to be sick.
"Hey we'll go to my apartment it's closer alright? You know after awhile y' get used t' stuff like dat y' get hardened to it. But everybody gets sick the first time don't be embarrassed."
"I'll be fine."
"Well let me know if y' gonna throw up I'll pull over."
"I'm not going to throw up."
Back at his apartment Remy was holding Ororo's hair out of her face while she was throwing up In the toilet.
"You think that Kevin Tremain killed those men tonight right?"
"Even with you're head in the toilet you still wanna talk business?"
"..."
"Yeah I think that Kevin Tremain killed those boys tonight."
"And therefore they must have murdered Telford Porter?"
"Right."
"Now what does that do to you're theory that the Porter murder was a message to Jason Wyngarde to retire?"
"Well now we know who sent it DaCosta, now were dealing with more than one wise-guy killin' another wise-guy."
"We sure are."
"Whats dat supposed to mean?" Remy asked walking to stand behind Ororo who was brushing her teeth at the sink.
"Is Kevin Tremain the only person in the world who uses a shotgun to kill someone?"
"Non but he's one of the few who turn a profit at it."
"And you don't think that cops could have had anything to do with it?"
"Non look I told you before cops don't do dat sort o' thing. Not even the rat cops, people always accusing cops o' everything."
"Then how do you expla--"
"Hey hey hey how do y' feel now huh?" Remy asked cradling her face in his hands and looking deep into her eyes.
"...Does this stuff ever get to you?"
"Who me? Bullets bounce off me."
"You're never afraid?"
"...All the time." At his honesty she kissed him leaving toothpaste foam on his face and ran into the bedroom laughing ready to pick up where they left off earlier.