The Lost Girls of Johnson's Bayou

“How long does it last?”

“One more day.”

“Good. I can get a rundown on the locals from you tonight, and hopefully some of them will still be around tomorrow so I can get a feel for the ones that interest me.”

Ginny looked taken aback. “You think someone who lives here has been spying on me?”

“If it was a stranger, you would have already noticed him.”

“Yes, of course. I’m sorry. I must sound stupid, but all of this is so outside of my normal realm.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not outside of mine. I can explain to you how I work tonight.”

“What about tonight?” Madelaine’s voice sounded behind Paul.

He turned and gave her a smile as she stepped up to Ginny’s table. “I was just trying to convince Ginny to let me buy her dinner tonight.”

Madelaine beamed at Paul. “That’s so nice. Isn’t that nice, Ginny?” She poked Ginny, who looked remarkably guilty for a woman who hadn’t done anything wrong.

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