by Detective Liam Sullivan
New Orleans Police Department
from the Piece of Cake mystery series
by Jacklyn Brady
Let me tell you what’s wrong with the world today: it’s full of people who want things two ways. They want to do whatever they feel like when they feel like it, but they don’t want the other guy to have the same privilege.
Some old guy I ran into last week thought he had the right to steal cable TV from his neighbor, but wanted me to toss his old friend in jail and throw away the key for swiping the air conditioner unit out of his window.
Just last night, I arrested a man. With him was a woman who had a dozen kids by almost as many different daddies. The guy we arrested was daddy number ten, or thereabouts, and he’d smacked the woman around pretty good. It wasn’t the first time, either. But when we showed up, she got mad at us for arresting him. She wanted him to stop hitting her, but she didn’t want us to help him see the light. She wanted somebody else to pay to take care of her kids, but she didn’t want child services sticking their noses into her business.
I see it all in my line of work.
Let me tell you who else wants things both ways. I’m talking about Rita Lucero from down at Zydeco Cakes. A few nights ago, while responding to a call about a dead body at the Love Nest
Bed & Breakfast, I found Rita snuggled up to Gabriel Broussard pretending to be his
wife. She claims nothing’s going on between them, but you never know. Okay, so the middle of a homicide isn't exactly your typical romantic getaway, but these kinds of things always start out innocently.
And let's not lose sight of the fact that there was a dead body on the premises. And there was Rita. Right in the middle of danger. This isn't the first time she's involved herself in a murder investigation, either. It’s enough to make a guy walk away, but who knows what kind of
trouble she’d get herself into on her own. Maybe the bigger question is what kind
of trouble Gabe would let her get into?
Who am I kidding anyway? Whether they’re worried or happy or scared, it would take a stronger man than I am to walk away from those big brown eyes of hers. I’m
not exactly immune to her other charms, either.
Come to think of it, maybe I’m as guilty as the next guy of wanting it both ways.