Mortal Fear

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We landed in New Orleans yesterday evening.

A humid city.

Flat, low, dispersed. A single grouping of tall buildings in the distance.

The taxi driver was a Cajun, surprisingly. A thin brown wrinkled man. Rather like getting a Chinese cabbie in Chinatown. I expected an Eastern European, as I see everywhere else.

He kept glancing into the rearview mirror as we passed through a town he called “Metry”-a place where the whites once fled to escape “da niggas.” Now they flee across Lake Pontchartrain. I worked at the computer in my lap but kept an ear open to his words.

Night descended over a rising moon as we swept onto an elevated section of freeway and passed the Superdome. Kali must have been a black shadow to him, beside me in the backseat, a shadow with bright black eyes.

She wanted to kill the driver.

I could feel it.

In her handbag, the scarf-sacred weapon. I see an image in her mind: he stops at a traffic light as we descend the ramp to the lower world of surface streets. She slips the noose around his throat and silently steals his life….

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