Faye wasn’t sure how she felt about this information, but she just said, “That’s not proof.”
“Oh, come on, Faye, don’t be that way,” Jodi said, waving the butter knife at her. “Sounds pretty close to proof to me. Close enough, anyway. Let the man talk.”
Bobby paused to glance at this woman who’d barged into his side of the argument, uninvited. She flashed him a folksy grin that was just as high-wattage as his old-money smile. For a long second, Faye could see that Bobby had completely lost his train of thought, which might have been a first for him. She could also see that Jodi had noticed that Faye’s putative cousin was indeed a pretty man.
Bobby dragged himself back to the task at hand, which was arguing with Faye. “Oh, we are kin. You have all my family’s finest qualities. Stubbornness, a fine intellect, bull-headedness, an appreciation for facts…and did I mention bull-headedness?”
Faye proved his point by saying, “Well it’s not proof.”
“No. It’s not. But short of a birth certificate, which we’re never going to get, or a letter from Lamarr Longchamp that says, ‘I’ve fathered a bastard child with my wife’s chambermaid,’ then we’ll have to make do with this. All the evidence says that Lamarr freed his out-of-wedlock son, educated him, gave him land, and left him a generous inheritance. Welcome to the family, Cousin.”
He raised his coffee mug, and everybody followed suit, though Dauphine was a little slow, because she’d been fumbling in her apron pocket. Faye sure hoped the mambo wasn’t planning to throw coffin nails at the brand-new kinfolk.
***
“So what’s going to happen to Matt and Charles and Leila?”
Bobby said it as if he wanted to know, but also as if he were thrashing around for a topic that would spark a conversation with the pretty detective beside him.
Jodi came through for him. “Matt’s case is straightforward. He confessed to murder last night in front of Faye and Joe and Dauphine. He came pretty damn close to confessing to Nina’s attack. He also confessed to giving Charles money so that his parents would be rescued quickly. I’ll have to say that I don’t know how the law will deal with him there. Or Charles and Leila.”
Louie had brought beignets again, so there was powdered sugar everywhere. Jodi licked some off her fingers and kept talking.
“Those two scumbuckets abused their responsibility and profited from it, but you can’t necessarily call it theft when somebody hands you a barrel of money because they want you to do something for them. It’s corruption, from an ethical standpoint, just as surely as it is when a government purchasing agent takes a bribe. But they weren’t working for the government. They weren’t working for anyone at all. They were volunteers. We’ve got people looking at the legal niceties, but there’s one thing that’s unquestionable.”
“What?” Bobby asked.
Louie and Dauphine asked it, too, but Jodi was looking at Bobby when she answered the question.
“Charles and Leila committed a completely heinous crime. I don’t care what the law says, when we finally figure out what that is. The details of what they did will get out to the media, starting with that ambitious little TV reporter that Nina startled so badly. Know why?”
“Why?” Faye said, already knowing the answer.
“Because I’ll make sure she finds out. I’ll make sure she reports every last creepy, slimy, icky detail. I’ll make sure Charles and Leila never look at a face in this town without being aware that the person behind that face knows what they did. Maybe they’ll go to jail, or maybe they’ll just have to leave town, but they’ll pay. Trust me. They’ll pay.”
The glance that passed between Jodi and Bobby said that they both found jail and exile from New Orleans to be roughly equivalent. Faye felt the same way about Joyeuse. No other place would ever be home.
She hoped Charles’ and Leila’s punishment began with exile and mounted steadily higher. It couldn’t be a fun thing to live in a Louisiana prison with people who knew that you sold life and death to Katrina victims. Faye hoped they both got prison terms, and that they both enjoyed them as much as they deserved.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Faye scraped the leftover scrambled eggs off her plate and into the kitchen trash. They had been light and fluffy, and the bacon going into the trashcan with them was just crisp enough. Or it would have been if she’d ever gotten around to eating it. The quality of the food was evidence that Joe, not Faye, had been the one who cooked breakfast.
“Joe?”
“What, Faye?”
His voice was as strong as the Mississippi River and as steadfast. Like the river, he changed direction at times, but there was never any doubt that he would keep going.
Faye focused her fearsome powers of concentration on washing the bacon grease off her plate, so that she didn’t have to look directly at him. Looking straight at Joe always scrambled her thoughts.
“I want to go home to Joyeuse. Today.”
Joe took the wet plate from her hand and started wiping it hard enough to dull the glazed finish. He, too, seemed to find that the task at hand required his complete attention.
“That’s a powerful long drive for somebody who needs to be at work bright and early tomorrow morning.”
“Within the past week, somebody’s tried to murder my entire team—Nina, Dauphine, and me. As it is, Nina’s doctors think she’s going to be as good as new. Unfortunately, I’m going to be short an assistant until then, though it’ll certainly help if you agree to take the job temporarily. Considering all that, I think my employer will understand if the report is a few days late.”
Joe knew Faye. Faye knew he did. She could see him reading her like a book—an infuriating and inexplicably illogical book with a serpentine plot that took too long to get where it was going. But she was a book that he just couldn’t put down. He kept rubbing the glaze off the plate in his hand, because he knew she wasn’t finished with whatever it was that she was trying to say. So she kept talking, swishing a dishrag around inside a coffee cup with unnecessary vigor.
“Besides—” The cup in her hand trembled, but just a bit. “My boss should be extra understanding in this case. I’ve never heard yet of an employer that didn’t cut a girl some slack when she got married.”
The cup trembled a little harder in her hand, but she plunged ahead. “New Orleans would make the most romantic honeymoon spot I can imagine. I have some consulting money burning a hole in my pocket. We could get married at Joyeuse, then come back here and stay in a hotel where they’ll treat us like royalty. We can eat in restaurants so old they’re haunted by dead chefs. And we can drink lots of champagne that has spent lots of time in a cave in France. What do you say?”
Now it was Joe whose dishcloth had suddenly become fascinating. He finally looked her in the eyes and asked, “You’re not gonna make me wait till Christmas? Or Halloween? Or for some stupid holiday like Columbus Day?”
Faye seemed to have forgotten how to talk, so she just shook her head.
“When, Faye?”
Faye finally found her voice.
“Tomorrow. At home. At Joyeuse.”
Author’s Note
All of the characters and situations in Floodgates are fictional. Any resemblance to real people is completely unintentional. In particular, the motive for Shelly’s murder and the despicable things done by Charles, Leila, and Matt are totally imaginary crimes dreamed up by a mystery writer.
GUIDE FOR THE INCURABLY CURIOUS:
TEACHERS, STUDENTS, AND PEOPLE WHO JUST PLAIN LIKE TO READ
I’ve always included Authors’ Notes in my books, to answer questions like, “Where, exactly, is Joyeuse?” and “Are the Sujosa real?” The answer to both those questions is that they only exist in my imagination. Still, a lot of what I write is based on fact. I think that’s an important way to approach stories about an archaeologist. I believe it’s perfectly valid for me to make up stories about Faye, because she’s quite real to me but, in the end, she’s a
fictional character. Still, when she delves into the past, I feel a responsibility to make that past real, or at least plausible. I enjoy taking the opportunity at the end of my books to talk to you about where some of those lines between fact and fancy lie.
Since my books are being read in classrooms and in book groups, I think of my “Guides for the Incurably Curious” as opportunities for me to participate in those discussions. I visit many classrooms and book groups over the course of a year, and these are the kinds of questions people like to ask. If you or your class or your book group would like to chat further, contact me at [email protected]. I answer all my e-mail, when humanly possible, and I’d love to hear your responses to some of these questions.
What did you think of the New Orleans setting for this book? Do you think Faye’s response to this unique and historic city was right for her character? I grew up a hundred miles from New Orleans and, as a child, I visited relatives in the city occasionally. While in college, I spent a summer working offshore. This meant that I drove to New Orleans once a week, on my way out to the natural gas platform where I worked. Since then, I’ve visited for reasons as varied as business trips, a child’s college visit to Tulane, and plain old tourism. Simply put, I love the place. I love the food. I love the ancient look of the Vieux Carré. I love the food. I love the locals with their infectious zest for life and their improbable accents. I love the music. Did I mention that I love the food?
When I proposed this book, my editor was skeptical, saying that New Orleans had already “been done.” I made my plea, pointing out that I have a personal history in the area. I told her that the destruction left by Katrina would make New Orleans a unique place to do archaeology because Faye would be digging through a physical layer of history left behind by the floods. This layer was history, just as surely as the layer left behind by Andrew Jackson’s Battle of New Orleans was history, but the Katrina debris is only a few years old. I think that’s interesting. And then I told her that I knew New Orleans had “been done,” but that I didn’t think it had been done by a novelist who was also an engineer and who might just have something to say about the levee failures. She saw my point, and you hold the resulting book in your hands.
And then there’s the question of Faye. I might love New Orleans, but how would she feel about it? Well, Faye’s not me, but she shares my passion for American history. New Orleans is American history all rolled up in a single package. I knew she’d be fascinated with the place, and I did my best to communicate that. You’ll have to be the judge of how well I did.
I enjoyed a memorable trip to New Orleans while preparing for this book. I was saddened to see that the cleanup there was still not complete, but I found that the city’s beauty and convivial spirit were undimmed. If you have travel dollars in your family budget, I urge you to spend them there. It would be a very pleasant way to help rebuild a city that is truly an American original.
Did you enjoy reading the thoughts of Colonel James McGonahan and Chloe Scott, as presented by Louie Godtschalk? I love writing the parts of my books that give a sense of history as seen through the eyes of characters from the past. I get to speak in the voices of people who couldn’t possibly be part of Faye’s stories any other way, and this keeps the work fresh for me.
Colonel James McGonahan is one of my favorite historical characters. When I conceived of this book, I knew that I wanted to highlight engineers in some way. I’m an engineer by training, with a bachelor’s in engineering physics, a master’s in chemical engineering, a license as a Professional Engineer, and a number of years of experience as an environmental engineer. When people ask me why I write about an archaeologist, I give them an answer that is only half-joking: “Who wants to read about an engineer?” My profession has a stodgy, geeky reputation that’s not entirely undeserved. But popular opinion forgets one thing about engineers: we have an insatiable need to know how things work. My own philosophy has always been that interested people are interesting people. Thus, engineers tend to be especially interesting people. Writing Colonel McGonahan’s memoirs gave me a chance to show you how fascinating we can be.
Chloe Scott gave me a chance to “be” a modern working engineer, something I actually know a bit about. I wanted very much to deal with the levee failures in this book, and I also wanted very much to avoid blaming any one person or agency for the catastrophe. The flood protection system for New Orleans began when the city was first designed, and it has been evolving for nearly 300 years now. Human error, institutional problems, political maneuvering—there are any number of possible contributing factors for the disaster after Katrina. Some of those possible reasons have been mentioned by characters in this book. I read extensively on the subject but personally do not feel at all able to pinpoint blame, nor do I want to. Chloe’s resolve to do the best she could with the resources at hand presents an engineer’s approach to life, so I have let her tell us what that approach means to her.
How did you respond to the feelings of those characters who survived Hurricane Katrina? Did they ring true? I wrote the scenes depicting the feelings of Katrina survivors by trying to imagine myself in their shoes. That’s how I write all my characters, actually. I could easily imagine myself feeling Nina’s outrage and Matt’s shocked withdrawal and Bobby’s horror. Most of all, I tried to communicate a feeling that I think is common to survivors of a traumatic event: the feeling that it’s never over. People do move on, some more successfully than others. But the mental image of disaster lurks in their brains, ready to be triggered by the sound of a high wind or by news of a tropical depression forming off the coast of Africa. You can learn to live with those fears, but I don’t think they ever really go away. I kept that image of permanent disruption in mind when I crafted my characters.
How did you respond to the news that Bobby Longchamp was a distant relative of Faye’s? I explored Faye’s mother’s family fairly thoroughly in the earlier books, but have never done anything with her father’s people. People often ask me how to pronounce her name, and I always say that Faye’s family has been in the Americas for centuries and she’s got a southern accent as thick as mine. She pronounces it like an American: LAWNG-champ.
When I wrote the scene introducing Bobby, I hadn’t yet given him a last name. I knew he came from New Orleans aristocracy. When it came time to name him, it struck me that this was a man who would pronounce Longchamp like a Frenchman: LAWN-shaw. (Or something like that.) I decided that Faye didn’t need to be alone in the world with no kin, so I gave her Cousin Bobby.
Coincidentally, I also just met a very distant cousin—fifth cousin, once removed—through the wonders of the internet. It has been fun getting to know each other and discovering family traits that seem unexpectedly strong after an interval of six generations. I enjoyed giving Faye that same experience.
Did you think Faye’s pre-wedding jitters felt true to her character? How did you feel about Joe’s response to her behavior? Faye’s relationships with men have always been colored by the absence of men in her home while she was a child and the abandonment many women in her family suffered. Her love interest in Artifacts was years older than she was, a literal father figure. Two possible relationships in Relics failed over issues of trust. She perceived that the man she was dating was living a lie, and a man she might have dated rejected her because he disagreed with her on an important ethical issue. Beginning in Effigies and ending in Findings, she is involved with a man who is her age and thus not a father figure but who is powerful and possibly controlling. She has had important platonic friendships—Sheriff Mike, Douglass, and possibly Wally—with much older men who may also have filled the hole in her life left by her father. And her world was rocked in Findings when two of these men were murdered.
Given this history, is it any surprise that she is terrified to think Joe might leave her?
Joe understands Faye, and he loves her. He is the least confrontational person imaginable, but he is not a doormat. This is not a situation he co
uld let continue forever. I’m very glad that Faye figured out her feelings before Joe had to sit her down and explain things to her.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Contents
Acknowledgments
Maps
Epigraph
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
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