Who killed Helena Henry? The shorter list may be who didn't want her dead.
Psychic Raissa Bordeaux thought she'd left her former life behind, hidden away in her eclectic shop in the French Quarter. But when a child is kidnapped and Helena Henry appears, Raissa risks her true identity by offering the police help with the case.
New Orleans Detective Zach Blanchard doesn't believe in psychic hooey and is certain Raissa didn't get her facts about the case from a crystal ball. He suspects her of something besides being the most intriguing and attractive woman he's ever come across.
But when Raissa's secrets put her in danger, can Zach convince her to trust him with the truth before it's too late?
About the Author
Jana and her brother spent thousands of hours combing the bayous in a flat-bottom aluminum boat, studying the natural habitat of many birds, nutria and alligators. She would like you to know that no animals were injured during these "studies," but they kept makers of peroxide in business.
Jana has never stumbled across a mystery or a ghost like her heroines, but she's still hopeful.
She now resides in Dallas, Texas, with the most spoiled Sheltie in the world.
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Showdown in Mudbug
By Jana DeLeon
Dorchester PublishingCopyright © 2010 Jana DeLeon
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Chapter OneRaissa Bourdeaux went through the uses of the different-colored candles for what had to be the hundredth time. She knew Mrs. Angelieu was more interested in gossiping than actually buying anything, so there was really nothing more to do but continue to point to items and wait her out. She glanced at her watch and was dismayed to find it was hours before closing. Monday had been a very long day.
"And then," Mrs. Angelieu said, her face animated, "I told Lucille that I just couldn't believe she'd bring that casserole dish to the church. Why, it belonged to her mother, and everyone knew what a harlot her mother was. It's a wonder God didn't send lightning down right there in the middle of her potato salad." She gave Raissa a single nod and waited for confirmation.
"Well," Raissa said, struggling for something that wasn't rude, "that certainly would have been a show. But God hasn't really been that obvious since the Old Testament. I mean, I haven't heard of a burning bush in a long time."
Mrs. Angelieu laughed. "You always know how to put things in perspective, Raissa. That's why I love talking to you. I consider it my weekly dose of reality."
"Oh, you don't have to come to me for that. Just turn on any news channel."
Mrs. Angelieu sobered. "It's just horrible about that missing child, isn't it? My Lord, I can't imagine what those parents are going through."
"What missing child?"
"Why, it's been all over the news today. That sweet little six-year-old girl who went missing from her bedroom last night. Just vanished."
Raissa frowned. "I haven't had the TV on all day, so I didn't know. That's very sad."
Mrs. Angelieu nodded. "Well, I'm going to take one of these pretty blue candles and get out of here. Maybe you can have a nice glass of wine and relax a little. I don't mean to offend you, Raissa, but you look a little tired."
"It's been busy lately," Raissa said as she rang up Mrs. Angelieu's purchase and wrapped the candle.
"Well, that's better than being bored, I suppose," Mrs. Angelieu said as she took her bag. "I'll see you next week." She waved to Raissa as she exited the shop.
Raissa locked the front door and put the closed sign in the window. She had no other appointments and simply wasn't in the mood to deal with another Mrs. Angelieu. The old woman couldn't have been more wrong about being bored. A couple of weeks before, Raissa's close friends had found themselves in a mess of trouble. After a harrowing week of bombs, poisonings, a disgruntled ghost, and too many lies to count, Raissa would have welcomed a day with nothing better to think about than whether God should send lightning into the potato salad of a former harlot bowl owner.
She turned off the lights for the shop and headed up the back staircase to her apartment above the store. It was small, but it suited her perfectly. Raissa had learned long ago to economize. At any given time, she might need to put everything important into her car and disappear. It had been a long time-more than nine years-since the last time she'd had to change everything in her life but the clothes on her back, but she knew that possibility was always there. Long-term plans were not part of her life.
She poured a glass of wine and turned on the television. The news had preempted local programming to feature more about the missing girl. As soon as the picture flashed on the screen along with the girl's name, Raissa clunked her wine down on the coffee table, the liquid sloshing onto the carved wood surface. Melissa Franco, the abducted child, had been in Raissa's store many times with her mother, Susannah. They didn't necessarily believe in the paranormal, but every month the little girl convinced her mother to stop in after their visit to the doctor across the street. The pretty candles and stones in the front display were apparently too much for the child to resist, and her mother always bought at least one more item for Melissa's growing collection of pink and purple.
The reporter suggested the girl had run away, but Raissa didn't buy that for a moment. Melissa was always happy and very inquisitive, asking Raissa endless questions about her shop, the candles, and ghosts. She was obviously doted on by her mother and didn't even cross the street without first grabbing her mother's hand. Not the kind of girl who would have run away from home. And certainly not the kind of girl with the street smarts to remain hidden in the midst of a citywide manhunt.
As the report began going over the details of the case, Raissa's pulse began to race. Melissa had been asleep in her bedroom the night before, and there was no sign of forced entry. She'd simply vanished. Raissa took a big gulp of her wine, her hand shaking as she sat the glass back on the table.
Not again. Not after all these years.
Her head began to pound and she pressed her fingertips to her temples. Everything flooded back to her in a rush. The unanswered questions about entry into the house-every case the same. The seemingly identical victims, although she could never make a connection between the families. The girls, returned a week later, but with absolutely no memory of the abduction or anything that had happened to them while they were missing. Two years of undercover work blown by her trying to solve those cases. The man she knew was guilty, but couldn't find evidence against.
The reason Raissa had fled protective custody nine years ago.
Detective Zach Blanchard stood in front of his captain's desk and waited for the ass-chewing that was most certainly coming. The captain had already gnawed off one side this morning, but apparently someone had noticed Blanchard still had a little ass left and thought he could do with losing the rest.
"What the hell were you thinking?" Captain Saucier's face was beet red. "You interrupted the mayor in the middle of a city-planning meeting to ask him to provide an alibi for his son, whose daughter is missing. It's official, Blanchard. You've lost your fucking mind!"
Zach took a deep breath and started to explain. "According to Mr. Franco, he was with his father at the time of Melissa's disappearance. I needed to have that corroboration, and that meeting was scheduled to run all day. I didn't want to waste any more time investigating someone I don't think is guilty while the real kidnapper gets away."
Captain Saucier stared. "Statistics have shown time and again that a parent is often involved in the disappearance of a child, yet somehow you know this father can't possibly be guilty. Fine. Problem is, you've now indicated that he's a suspect to the entire city commission."
Zach bit back a response, certain that the fact that he'd been on the receiving end of a gross miscommunication, which had led to the unfortunate city-planning meeting interruption, wasn't going to matter one bit to the captain. "You're right, sir. That was a miscalculation on my part, and I hope it hasn't caused the mayor or his family any inconvenience."
"Inconvenience ... You mean like being called a suspected kiddie killer on the evening news? No, they're used to that kind of thing. After all, they're in the public eye." The captain slammed one hand down on the desk. "From now on you don't so much as shit without clearing it with me first. Do you understand me, Blanchard? I've got the entire city up my ass with a microscope. Do you have any idea how uncomfortable that is?"
"No, sir. I don't."
"Damned right you don't, and with that kind of police work, you never will." He pointed a finger at Zach. "You will do everything on this case by the book. No hunches, no running off on rabbit trails, no funny business."
"I mean it. Screw this up, and you'll still be writing parking tickets when you're walking with a cane."
"Everything will be by the book. I promise." The captain didn't look convinced, but he didn't start yelling again, either. Zach figured that was his opportunity to give the captain a nod and clear the room before his boss found out Zach had questioned the mother again that afternoon and the woman had collapsed in a faint just before he left.
By the book.
Just hearing the captain say those words rubbed him all wrong. He always did things by the book-except for that one time-and apparently he was never going to live that down. It was the damned book that said he should interview and alibi every member of the household as close to the disappearance as possible. Panic, stress, and unfortunately in some cases, guilt, tended to set in quickly and sometimes clouded people's minds to information that could lead to a break in the case.
So the mayor's assistant hadn't exactly told him that the entire city council was in that conference room. Matter of fact, she hadn't told him it was the conference room he was barging into. If he'd known that, he might have figured out the mayor wasn't alone. He was a detective, after all.
He was concentrating so hard on being aggravated that he almost walked right past the woman seated in front of his desk.
"Can I help you?" he asked. She was a looker, without question.
The woman met his gaze, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Her eyes were a bright green, like the color of well-cut emeralds. He'd never seen anything quite so gorgeous on someone's face. She rose from her chair and extended her hand. "Detective Blanchard? My name is Raissa Bordeaux. Detective Morrow said I should speak with you."
Zach shook her hand, momentarily surprised by the firmness of her grip, then glanced across the room at Detective Morrow, usually a first-rate asshole. Morrow smirked, then shot out of the building. Great. Zach slid into his chair across the desk from the woman, certain this was going to be a waste of time. "How can I help you, Ms. Bordeaux?"
"I have information on the kidnapping of the Franco child."
"Okay," Zach said, and picked up a pen. "What kind of information?"
"This isn't his first time. That child is one of many who have been taken."
Zach stared. "Melissa Franco is the first child abduction this city has seen in a while that wasn't a custodial issue. I think you're mistaken, Ms. Bordeaux."
"The others didn't live in New Orleans. There were girls in Baton Rouge, in Florida, Mississippi, and New York. Surely there's a way you can compare this case with other kidnappings."
"The FBI keeps a database that we can use for such things, but what I'd like is a damned good reason why I should query that database. My boss isn't big on notifying the feds of anything going on in his precinct. He likes control."
"This is far bigger than your boss knows. If this is like the other cases, we're on a short clock. All of those other girls were returned a week later."
"With no memory of what happened, right? I've heard this tale before, Ms. Bordeaux, when I was a kid and my parents were trying to scare me into staying in the backyard."
Raissa raised one eyebrow. "Oh, they all remembered something, but probably not anything you'd want to hear. You have a narrow window of opportunity to catch this person, and I'm guessing, since the victim is the mayor's granddaughter, you don't want to mess this up."
Zach narrowed his eyes at the woman. "And how exactly do you know about these other kidnappings?"
She hesitated-rarely a good sign-then sighed. "I'm a psychic, Detective Blanchard. I saw the other girls in a vision."
Zach felt his jaw clench. "I see. Well, thank you for your information, Ms. Bordeaux. I'll be sure to add your name to the reward list in case of an arrest."
Raissa's face flushed with red and her eyes flashed with anger. "I debated a long time whether to come here, and it certainly wasn't because I care about extorting money from a frantic family. Do yourself a favor and check the database. Unless, of course, you're not interested in getting the best of your friend, the helpful Detective Morrow."
"I can't access that database without a direct order from my captain, which I'm not likely to get off the vision of a so-called psychic. There's a little girl missing out there and you're wasting our time."
Raissa leaned across the desk and lowered her voice. "The house had a security system that was armed, but the alarm never went off and it was still engaged the following morning. There is no trace evidence, and unlike most public kidnappings, you haven't received a ransom request."
Zach straightened in his chair. "We haven't released that information."
Raissa rose from her chair. "One of us is wasting time, Detective, but it's not me." That said, she walked out of the precinct without so much as a backward glance.
Zach leaned back in his chair and shook his head. A psychic. Yeah, right. No wonder Morrow had been so tickled to send her over to Zach. "By-the-book Blanchard" had limited-to-no patience for anything remotely screwy. Psychics were definitely screwy. Likely, Morrow had fed her the information about the security system and ransom note just to make the practical joke more believable.
He watched as she passed on the sidewalk in front of the big window at the front of the station, and couldn't help admiring her long lean legs, or the way she filled out a pair of jeans. What a shame. She was probably the best-looking woman he'd seen in forever.
Unfortunately, nut or no, the woman was right. He should run the case through the FBI database even though the captain hadn't quite gotten to that point. Time was of the essence, and the case had strange components that would send up an immediate red flag if there were others with the same MO. He sat up straight and logged on to his computer, hoping like hell that the mayor's granddaughter didn't fit the profile of the other missing girls. If that was the case, the captain might have a heart attack, and with the way things stood now, Morrow was next in line for his job.
Raissa stopped at the corner of the block, angry at herself. You should have left it alone, but noooooo, you had to go taunting him with what you knew. She punched the button for the crossing light and jammed her hands in her pockets, trying to control the urge to slug someone. But it's a child, just like the others, and maybe this is the time he'll be caught. She watched the screen on the other side of the street and tapped her foot. It's not your problem anymore. You risked everything before and got less than nothing. Why risk it again?
She heard running steps behind her, but before she could turn around, someone hit her from behind, launching her into the street-and directly into the path of an oncoming bus. Before she'd even tensed the muscles in her legs to move, an older woman yanked her by the arm, darn near pulling it from her shoulder, and she leaped up from the street just as the bus came to a screeching halt a good five feet beyond the spot where she'd been lying. Raissa clutched her shoulder with one hand and spun around.
But the street was empty.
She figured whoever had pushed her had kept running and was long gone by now, but where was the woman who had pulled her out of the street? The bus driver rushed off the bus, his face white as a sheet.
"Are you all right? I saw that guy push you, but I couldn't stop. I don't know how you managed to move that fast, but I'm glad of it."
"Did you see the guy who pushed me?"
"Yeah, but he was wearing one of those hooded shirts and sunglasses. Coulda been anyone."
"And the woman?"
The bus driver shook his head. "Didn't see no one but you."
Raissa motioned to the street. "You had to have seen her. The woman who pulled me out of the street."
The bus driver studied her for a moment. "Ma'am, I don't know how to tell you this, but there weren't no other woman anywhere on this street. I gotta have perfect vision to drive this bus, and that's what I got." He looked around the street, then back at Raissa. "Maybe you should pay a visit to the Lord's house sometime soon. That's the only explanation I got."
Raissa nodded. "Thank you, Mr...."
"Cormier. Been driving for going on thirty years and ain't killed no one yet. I'm glad that didn't change today. You going to be all right? I can call nine-one-one or something."
"No, thank you, Mr. Cormier. I'll be fine."
The bus driver nodded. "Well, if you need anything, you can find me through the bus company. Like I say, I didn't get a good look at that man or nothing, but I'd be happy to talk to the police, if they was asking."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I have all three of this series in e-books. I had a hard time putting my Nook down when I had to do something else. They were easy reads, funny, the characters were outstanding. And, of course, there were happy endings. My one hope is that Jana can think of a way to bring back Helena because she was a hoot. I would hate for this series to end here. I am an avid reader, and I believe this series has to be my favorite.
the last book in the series did not let me down. It still had Helen the dead mother-in-law ghost. This time the action surrounded Raissa the physic from new orleans and Zach the cop who is investigating a kidnapped girl. Raissa tells him its been a pattern for girls kidnapped and returned a week later with no memories except of aliens and to look at like cases in the FBI data base. Zach thinks she either the kidnapper or knows who it is. FBI warn local police away from raissa that they want her. Raissa is already flown her apartment and business and someone tried to push in front of bus, but Helena pulls her back out of the way. Thats the first time she has seen Helena and hears her too. Crime family wants Raissa dead so she wont testify against them. FBI Wants her. Zach finds her and realizes she not a bad guy. they want to find the little girl before someone else gets kidnapped like Hank. You finally find out who murdered Helena and why. Its a fun action pact mystry love story. I enjoyed it quite well.
The ghost-in-law series was really a hoot. Jana DeLeon writing is very refreshing with humor and suspense. Well worth the time reading.
Loved all 3 in the series wish there was a 4th!
This is one of three in a series about the ghost of a woman's mother-in-law (can you imagine being haunted by you'r mother-in law!). The story is well thought out. The characters are interesting and the mystery is compelling.
Loved all three. It is best to read them in order to see how the characters develope.
This series was great relaxing reading. Light, not too serious I can't wait to read more of Jana DeLeon's books.
This was a great book! Funny couldn't put it down. You must read the series of Mudbug Ghost-in-law books by Jana DeLeon. All were laugh out loud books in Mudbug, LA. A great mystery, a little romance and lots of laughs. I look forward to more of DeLeon's books.
I just finished reading all 3 books in these series. While some elements are predictable, the characters are loveable and it's fun to try to figure out 'who-dun-it' before the book is over. I recommend starting with the first book of course - but beware, once you read one, you'll want to finish the others!
I loved reading this series. I have a hard time finding good books to read and this series hit the mark. It's funny, sad, you get mad, it has some romance. They are just great. I also like Jana Deleon's writing. I need to find more books written by her. I recommend this series and author.
The boois fun to resd.i callk it a light mystery.
Glad we discovered Hellena's killer. Good ending.
I have read other of these books but just could not get into this one
This was a pure delight to read! It’s a very well written mystery --- with a marvelous sense of humor, love, mystery all mixed up in a great sense of adventure! I fell in love with Ghost Mother-in-law and has a happy, surprise ending!
This was another quirky book, full of light humor and enough mystery(twists and turns) to keep it entertaining, from Jana DeLeon. Funny, with lovable characters, it wrapped up some details and revealed answers to questions left from the previous books. If you liked Books 1 and 2, then you will want to read this 3rd in this "Mudbug" series. It was worth the read!
Another Great book
Get ready to laugh your hiney's off!
I have enjoyed the Fortune series & Mudbug ghost in law series so much thst i was elated to find Showdown in Mudbug. I am so disappointed thet author felt she now had to resort to sex & foul language. Why? i can no longer recommend these books to friends as they eould find them offensive as do I.
Have to say I was a bit disappointed with this third book I don't think it's as good as either book one or two. The ending just seemed rushed after a big build up and was over the top even for a series about a ghost. Having said that I did enjoy the series as a whole It was a cute idea and easy, relaxing read. I will definitely be reading more of her books.