In the Electric Mist Page #3

'cause Dave made me.

That's a beautiful child,

Dave.

By the time

she's 18 years old,

your hair's going

to be solid white,

if there's

any of it left.

This is great!

I love it.

You run a bait shop too.

How you doing,

Mr. Robicheaux?

We want to have dinner

with y'all tonight.

Oh, thanks, but my wife's

already cooking supper.

I was just on my way

over there to take a shower.

Well, hurry up.

We got reservations

at Clementine's, everybody.

The family has plans

for this evening, Mr. Sykes.

This is embarrassing, El.

I have a reservation.

Hey, I don't want

to cause any problems.

We'll just pick up

our liquids at your store here

and hit the road, okay?

Mr. Sykes...

you've been

driving drunk,

and you come to a cop's house

to buy more booze.

Why don't you hand

those keys to Ms. Drummond

before you hit the road?

Where's that beer at?

Hey.

You're a good man.

Y'all need

to be real careful.

Elrod's a shitbird,

but I love him.

It's all right.

Bad timing.

Put it there.

Cool.

Next time.

Hey.

All right.

Um, sh*t.

We'll settle up.

We'll settle up later,

yeah?

All right.

Other side.

Come here.

Come on.

Come here.

Elrod.

What?

Check this out.

Will you stop?

El!

Check me out.

S'more?

Made 'em myself.

Oh, thank you.

Elrod Sykes

is wearing Dave's jersey.

Can you believe it?

Now go do your homework.

Something to drink?

How about a beer?

I think we're out.

I'm sure there's

one in there somewhere.

I'm going to go feed

Alafair's rabbits.

You care to join me?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

Get back there, Leroy.

Go on.

You ever seen lights

in the cypress trees at night?

That's swamp gas.

It'll ignite and roll out across

the waters like ball lightning.

No, sir,

that's not what it is.

See these guys out yonder

by the lake.

They have lanterns hanging

from some of their ambulances.

A lot of those soldiers

had maggots in their wounds.

That's the only reason

they lived.

It's 'cause the maggots

ate out the infection.

You've been drunk

a long time, Elrod.

Pretty soon all the trees and

alligators will be talking to you.

A wild orchid

sang a song to me one time.

She had the prettiest voice.

Yeah, I wasn't drunk.

This guy, a general,

he's standing on a crutch

right by the water.

And he said to me,

"You and your friend

the law man must repel them."

I think you're delusional.

You might want to think about

going to an AA meeting

with me one time.

Maybe I was

a little drunk.

What happened

to this dude's nose?

Coon bit him.

Lou Girard

always called at night.

I had picked him

out of gutters

from New Orleans

to Lake Charles,

held him

when he had the shakes,

driven him to AA meetings more

times than I could remember.

And he had done

the same for me.

Thanks for the call, Lou.

Yeah, when I saw

that electrical tape

around her hands and her feet,

or what's left of them,

I thought about you and that

LeBlanc case you got going.

Where she at now?

She's right there,

still in that barrel.

She got about

Coroner says, we move her,

she's coming out in pieces.

We're going to have a rough time

getting an ID, maybe.

Maybe by her teeth.

That's the poor bastard

who found her.

When did you

first notice that barrel?

About four

or three weeks back.

See anyone else out there

on that levee?

Yeah, about a month ago

in the evening,

I seen a dark-colored car.

I remember thinking,

it was brand-new, you know?

Why would anybody

want to bring their new car

down on that dirt road

full of holes?

You remember

what kind of car it was?

No, sir.

I'm sorry.

I just wish I hadn't been the one

to find that poor woman.

And, hey, I'm never

going to look inside

another barrel again.

Not me, no.

That'll do.

Thank you.

Officer Guidry

going to take you home.

Thank you.

I need a tow truck

to haul off a limousine.

Where about?

Can't miss it.

Right in front

of Chez Narcisse.

- When?

- Right now.

- Copy that.

- Thank you, chere.

You could get

the Roman Army down here.

One dlvision of these guys

could've knocked off

these squlrrel hunters,

had the Civil War over

in one year.

You know what?

Maybe we'll do

a Bible movie next.

Yeah, but how do you fight

a war with sandals?

That's... stupid.

How did they win wars

with sandals, hm?

What's going on, Dave?

Had a long night

last night.

Found a girl in a barrel down

in south St. Martin Parish.

She covered up

in blue crabs.

You ought to run her again.

We'll have gumbo.

You here

for breakfast?

Sit down.

You're pissed off

about some little thing,

so you have my car towed.

You need to quit parking

in front of fireplugs.

Fireplugs; I'm getting this kind

of sh*t because of fireplugs?

No, Julie.

I want to know what you have

to do with a teenage hooker

named Cherry LeBlanc.

Who the f***

is Cherry LeBlanc?

You know

who she is.

You and Cholo

were talking about her

before I got to the Holiday Inn,

and you lied to me about it.

Calling me a liar?

You're a motherfucking lying

piece of dog sh*t.

I think this

sweet little town's

starting to rub off

on you, David.

Gentlemen, could you please...

I mean,

just not use that language...

Get the f***

away from my table!

It's all right,

Mr. Meaux.

I'll be gone

in a second.

Oh, sad to hear that.

I don't know

none of these girls.

I don't have nothing to do

with your business.

You said some

ugly things about me, Dave,

and I'm going

to let it slide.

I'll call

a couple of cabs,

I'll pay the fine

on my car,

I'll buy some new tires,

and I'll forget everything

you've been saying to me,

because I got

a business to run.

Everybody's been

pretty polite here.

Keep it simple,

stupid.

It's time for you to let

people alone, Mr. Robicheaux.

Ease off,

Lieutenant.

This ain't good

for nobody.

Come on.

Come on.

You're losing it, Dave.

You need to get yourself

some better tranqs.

No, sir, I wouldn't

exactly call it a dead end.

You have a seat,

I'll be right with you.

Thank you.

It's $100-million contract.

He must've pocketed

$60 million, $70 million.

False load slips,

bogus waybills.

Balboni Trucking hauled

just about enough debris

to fill a Dixie cup.

Yes, sir,

we are trying.

Thank you.

Can I help you

with something?

I hope so.

This is my office.

Oh, my God,

I'm s...

I'm sorry.

I was...

a call came in for me

on your extension,

and I just...

anyway,

I'm Special Agent Rosa Gomez.

Everyone calls me Rosie,

so call me Rosie.

It's nice to meet you,

Special Agent Rosie.

"Your detective's

investigative missteps

are going to hurt you

in November."

That's courtesy of that prick

Bubba Broussard

over at the city council.

So you called the FBI?

The FBI's been trying

to nall Balboni

for over a year now

on a FEMA scam.

And they still have

precisely nothing on him.

That's why I think

they're hoping there's more

to that Cherry LeBlanc case.

Now, Balboni

is throwing a birthday bash

for Mr. Michael Goldman

this evening.

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