"You're not crazy, your mind's trying to sort things out and make sense of them. You've got a great brain, Delsey. Hey, your brain and mine, together we could rule the world."

"I don't want to rule the world. I wouldn't mind winning an Oscar for best musical score, though. That pistachio-pineapple ice cream sounds nice, too."

Sat.u.r.day evening

It was Anna Castle who showed up with Delsey's pistachio-pineapple ice cream after Delsey had Griffin call her. It was Anna who'd convinced Maurie of Maurie's Diner fame to put pistachio-pineapple on the menu, since the local grocery stores didn't carry it. Anna grinned. "Maurie b.i.t.c.hed and moaned, but Delsey gives him a good profit on every servin', not to mention all the other converts she's brought in. I think it tastes weird, myself, but there's no accountin' for taste, now, is there? At least Maurie's a happy camper."

Griffin watched Anna's mouth while she spoke-A very nice mouth, he thought-and enjoyed her drawl coming out of that mouth, enjoyed the way she dropped g's. It was unconsciously charming. He found himself smiling back at her. He watched Delsey dig a spoonful out of the small carton, lick it slowly, and run her tongue along it to get every last bit off the spoon. Griffin had to laugh, because she looked like a happy little kid on her birthday.

Anna said, "One of the regulars, Ray Dunlap, saw her eatin' the ice cream like that. I thought the poor guy was gonna hyperventilate and I got a paper bag ready, in case."

"Maurie gets anything Anna asks him to," Delsey said. "He's got gumbo and boudin on the menu now, and bottles of Slap Ya Mama spice set out next to the salt and pepper shakers. Has he asked you to marry him yet, Anna?"

Anna peeled off her leather gloves and lightly patted Delsey's arm. "Maurie loves his mama too much to ever consider sharin' himself with any other woman, so not in this lifetime, sweetie."

Delsey licked another spoonful of ice cream, then said, "I figure you say half as many words as I do, since it takes you so long to finish a sentence. It's like you worship each syllable and want to stretch it out to infinity."

Anna patted her arm. "Don't be jealous, Delsey. Since you weren't born in Louisiana, the land of the happy vowels, then you gotta sound like you're sawing wood, no hope for it."

Sawing wood? Griffin laughed.

Delsey said, "Anna, I'm so glad you're here."

"I'm glad to be here, too." Anna turned to Griffin. "Hey, Mr. FBI, you got word on the dead guy's name? And who clobbered Delsey?"

He shook his head.

"I had a horrible dream, Anna. I think I saw the man who hit me. He was very young and Hispanic, and there was another young Hispanic there, too, yelling, in Spanish, so I didn't understand what he was saying."

Griffin thought he saw a flash of something hard and angry in Anna's eyes. What was that all about? He saw her pull back the anger. Well, he was mad, too. "That sure sounds scary, Delsey. I hope they find those guys. I'm so glad you're looking better." She looked at Griffin. "Thanks for clearin' me in to see my favorite songwriter."

Griffin said, "Not a problem. You've got a nice full voice. Do you sing?"

"Well, I did sing once to Maurie, thought he'd stick his head in the oven to escape it."

"He'd try to escape me, too," Griffin said. "Do you have a favorite? Song of Delsey's, I mean."

"Now, that's a toughie, but the one about racin' toward love and death on the San Diego 405, I love to sing that one in the shower."

Delsey said, "I remember I started it sitting in a traffic jam with a new boyfriend. Anna, I asked Griffin to get you clear anytime you can come."

"Great. There are a good dozen or so other folk, mostly Stanislaus students, who've asked about seeing you."

"Not a problem. I'm going home tomorrow."

"But isn't your apartment still a crime scene?"

Delsey said. "Is it still a crime scene, Griffin?"

"Yep. Regardless, there's no way you're going back there, Delsey. Remember, there's no working lock on your back door. And the cop sitting outside your door? For all we know you could still be in danger. I'm at Bud Bailey's B&B on High Street. I want you to stay with me when you get out of here. I want to keep you close."

Delsey rose up on her elbows. "Griffin, you know very well the Hispanic guy could have killed me if he'd wanted to, which means he didn't want me dead. That's good, isn't it? Henry can get the lock fixed on my back door."

Griffin said, "There's no way we can know what the killer intended, who that second man was, or if they'll start to worry that you're a witness. You're staying with me, subject closed."

Griffin didn't much expect for her to cave, since he could picture her going toe-to-toe with him when she'd been five years old and so he wasn't surprised when she said, "You're going to be out and about, Griffin. I doubt you'll want to take me with you, so how about I stay with Anna? I'll be plenty safe with her. Do you mind, Anna?"

Griffin saw something flicker over Anna Castle's face. Alarm? Then her expression was smooth and easy again, and she leaned toward Delsey, smiling, her dark hair loose, curtaining her face. This musician/waitress, with her beautiful drawl and very nice mouth, could protect his sister? Sarcasm slipped right out of his mouth. "What did you say your instrument is-the violin? Are you going to hit these guys over the head with your fiddle?"

Anna swiveled about to look up at him. "Do you know, Agent Hammersmith, I might have to belt out a nice song with full vibrato for that bit of snark."

Griffin hated being a jerk, hated having it slap him back in the chops. "Sorry for the comment. Please, not full vibrato."

Anna patted Delsey's hand. "I think your brother's right, sweetie; it's better you stay with him. I have to work, too, and he's the big bad Fed with a gun."

"But you've got a gun, too, Anna," Delsey said. "She's got a Smith and Wesson .44 Magnum," she added to Griffin. "I saw it when I happened to barge in on her and she was cleaning it. When I asked her what she did with that sucker, she said she liked to shoot cones off the pine on Lone Tree Hill."

Griffin laughed. "What are you doing with a .44 Magnum, and not a small handgun?"

Anna said, "It belongs to my mom. She insisted I take it since I was moving here to the boondocks. Like her, I also believe in self-protection, and yes, I can use it. I won't shoot myself in the foot. And yes, I have a license for it. But, Delsey, that's not the point. Despite his snark, I agree with your brother. We have no clue what the killer's intentions toward you are. Those two men-they could have thought you were dead and simply left you on your bathroom floor. Tell me again, Delsey, you're sure the man who struck you down was a young Hispanic? Do you remember enough about him to help give them a sketch?"

"I told Griffin I only got a quick look. He was young, younger than me, but I was terrified, Anna. It was so fast, it was really only an impression. As for the other man, I didn't even get a glimpse of him, only heard him yelling."

Anna turned to Griffin to see him staring at her, and stopped asking questions. Her voice became quiet and calm as the falling snow outside the window. "I know Bud's B&B has a two-bedroom suite that's usually available."

The gun-toting violinist who served up boudin and Slap Ya Mama spice at Maurie's Diner agreed with him? She thought Delsey could still be in danger? She never seemed to say what he expected, and it had nothing to do with her accent.

"You from New Orleans?" he asked her again.

"Nope, but nearby. Bosard is only about thirty miles from New Orleans. It's a little flyspeck, even on a good map."

Delsey said, "I remember once, when I told her about falling out of a tree when I was ten and landing on you, she told me how she shot her first alligator when she was nine. I couldn't top that one, Griffin. We didn't have anything cool like that in our childhood."

Nurse Cotton appeared in the doorway. "Are you all right, Ms. Freestone?" From her look, it was obvious she'd overheard some of what they were saying. Griffin thought she'd probably like to see the back of all of them, including the guard outside the door.

Delsey smiled at her. "I'm fine."

Nurse Cotton said, "That's good, but I need to check your vitals." She stepped right over, took Delsey's blood pressure, checked her pulse, and took her temperature. "You have any dizziness when you went to the bathroom? No? That's good. How about nausea? Headache? Okay, seems to me you may be good to go, but let's see what Dr. Chesney has to say tomorrow morning."

"Would you like the rest of my pistachio-pineapple ice cream? It's wonderful."

This offer got a smile and a raised eyebrow from Nurse Cotton. "You go ahead and finish it, you like it so much." She looked at Griffin. "When Maurie added pistachio-pineapple ice cream to the menu, I thought it sounded strange, but after I tried it, I was a convert. Okay, guys, she's had a big day. No more upsets for her. She needs a good solid sleep tonight. Hey, you really shot an alligator, Anna? When you were only nine years old?"