reenactment,â Randy said, sounding very much like a cop and very little like the old friend with whom Ethan had gone to school.
Ethan nodded. âLast meals, Doc?â
âGumboâboth of them,â Franklin said. âProbably from someplace here in town. They died twenty-four to forty hours apart. They werenât at dinner together or anything. If they had been, they would have been at different stages of digestion, which they werenât. And, actually, Iâm waiting for the lab results before I can be definitive with regard to Mr. Hickory. Iâm going by my own gut, if youâll excuse the pun, in his case.â
Ethan nodded; Franklin had been at this long enough to recognize what he saw and smelled.
âThey eat long before they died?â he asked.
âA couple of hours,â Franklin said.
Ethan turned to Randy. âIs there a reason why they would have been in their uniforms?â
Randy shrugged. âThereâs been a photographer in town paying people to pose. He said he hadnât asked either of them, though. He was at the reenactment, though, and took some shots there. As Iâm sure you know, Brad Thornton and his brother, Mike, are making that movie with Charlie Moreau. Maybe they wanted to be extras. Hickory told his housekeeper he would be going out for a meeting, and she didnât need to leave him dinner. His people closed up the public part of the plantation right at five. The housekeeper was the last person to see him, right about that time, and he wasnât in uniform then. As far as Corley goes, no one seems to know anything definitive. He was on a research sabbatical, so he wasnât expected in class. He called a friend and asked her to feed his cats for the next few days, and thatâs the last we know of his whereabouts. His home is just this side of Baton Rouge, where he taught.â
âHe didnât happen to tell the friend what he was up to, did he?â Ethan asked.
âSaid he had some meetings in St. Francisville. That was it,â Randy told him.
âWell,â Dr. Franklin said, pulling the sheets fully over both bodies, âIâll let these gentlemen get back to rest. Any more questions, Ethan?â
Ethan shook his head. âNot now, Doc. Butââ
âYou can call me anytime. You know that. Iâm here.â
âThank you.â
Ethan and Randy didnât speak again until they were back out on the street.
âYou coming in to the office?â Randy asked. âYou want to see what else weâve got?â
âWhat else do you have?â Ethan asked.
âNothing except a pretty damned good crime board with times and pictures and everything laid out in one place. Iâm going to start interviewing the rest of the people involved in that Journey reenactment, and, after that, everyone else who was on board. Is that what the Feds would do?â
âYep. It is.â
âSo...you coming?â
âGive me an hour?â Ethan asked. âThere are a few things Iâd like to do. Havenât even opened up my folksâ old house yet.â
âYou all still own the place?â
âYep. My folks rent it out, but theyâre looking for new tenants now, so itâs empty. Worked out nicely for me.â
âAn hour, then. Iâll make some phone calls while I wait for you, get some of the St. Francisville police going door to door to see if anyone heard or saw anything. Itâs always quieter and easier to call when the night shiftâs on,â Randy told him.
âSee you soon,â Ethan said.
Just then Randyâs phone rang, and he motioned to Ethan to wait while he answered. After a one-sided conversation consisting mostly of âUh-huhâ and âYouâre sure?â he thanked the caller. His expression serious, he turned to Ethan and said, âEthan, I just got some news, and itâs something you need to