The eight-and-a-half hour drive from New Orleans to Madison seemed longer than the trip going. Probably because it had turned out a complete dead-end. They hadn’t found one clue to help in the investigation into Sean O’Malley’s murder. Or just as likely it was trying to cram every available tour into one day that made the drive seem so exhausting. Staring out the window watching the landscape sliding past in a blur, Casey couldn’t think of where go from here. Maybe it would be a good idea to take a day or two off to recover. Then with a clear head, she might come up with another avenue to pursue. The two nights of lovemaking did help alleviate her disappointment. Then finding the house where Larissa Devereux had grown up was an added bonus. …show more content…
It was sad how easily secrets can be hidden behind closed doors. From Lacey’s journal it was obvious her life was not an easy one. At that time, women were considered property, first of their fathers and then their husbands. Finding Monsieur Dumas innocent was also a letdown, but it didn’t seem to bother her as much as she thought it would, feeling thoroughly content with her life at this moment. Contentment had been absent since the night Kelly died, and she had discovered the truth about Ray and Carol’s affair. Slyly studying Ray from the corner of her eye, he seemed happy too. He hadn’t stopped smiling since they left the hotel that morning. Sometimes he even sang along with the radio, which was most unusual, as he had an awful voice. It was fun, and Casey occasionally joined in with her perfect soprano. It did help to pass the time. As if Ray could feel her stare he remarked, “I know you’re disappointed that Francois isn’t the body buried in the unmarked grave. I was just as certain as you were that he was the guilty party until you found out he returned to New Orleans.” “I am still in shock. I don’t understand why he even came to Madison in the first