Down and Dirty (Witches Be Crazy #4) by Constance Barker
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller| ePUB | 1.5 MB
Constance Barker lives in the Midwest with her husband and two Akitas where she can look out from her screened porch onto a wooded area brimming with activity.
Helga is called on to identify some rare artifacts at a museum in New Orleans. Dr. Whitman fancies himself the next Indiana Jones, but someone doesn’t care for his way of collecting and displaying certain archeological finds. The adventurer finds himself on the wrong end of someone’s wrath and now Helga and Jason are tasked to find who had it in for Dr. Whitman.
Several folks didn’t like the way Dr. Whitman scoured and pillaged through sacred Indian remains, including the head of the Chitimacha tribe. A fellow archeologist and chief rival is also on the suspect list. But could the killer be something more supernatural? Such as a disgruntled spirit who doesn’t care for the mishandling of ancient remains?
“Works for me.”
I followed Antoine to the front door. He unlocked it, even as two men came up the steps. I recognized them both. One was Jacob, a high school friend who had become the best homicide detective in the police department. Jacob and I went back to grade school, and, if truth be told, was the one man I might consider for a mate. Some of the other magicals in New Orleans told me that Jacob and I were made for each other, but those people were just guessing.
The other man was Dr. Whitman, the city’s most famous archeologist. His exhibits always seemed to have several outstanding or controversial artifacts. He was known for smuggling items out of the countries where they were discovered. While those countries and the State Department haggled with Dr. Whitman, the artifacts remained in the United States, some of them in New Orleans. Of course, Dr. Whitman’s thefts didn’t occur solely on other continents. He had been known to pillage sites in other states. His reputation was unsavory at best, but he did manage to find the best relics.
“Hello, Jacob,” I said automatically. “And you too, Dr. Whitman.”
Dr. Whitman half smiled at me. “Thanks.” He immediately turned to Antoine. “We need to talk,” he said.
While I stood there like some kind of street urchin, Antoine and Dr. Whitman disappeared into the museum, leaving me with Jacob.
“Hey,” Jacob said.
“What are you doing with Dr. Whitman? Trying to add some culture to your life?”
He snorted. “Hardly. Although, I’m not above going through a museum now and again, I’m here to protect Dr. Mucky-muck. You?”
“Checking out some items Antoine just bought. You’re a homicide detective. What are you doing with the good Doctor?”
“I’m his bodyguard.”
“It’s true. It seems that Dr. Whitman went into the Atchafalaya swamp and found some things. You know the Chitimacha tribe lays claim to the swamp, although that has not been approved by the courts. Since Dr. Whitman made sure he got lots of publicity for the exhibit, the tribe and other supporters have gone to protesting. They want their stuff back, and Whitman won’t even consider it. You know the drill. His email is filled with hate mail and threats. According to my count, half the city wants to put him in a grave, preferably in the middle of the Atchafalaya.”