Bayou Jeopardy

Bayou Jeopardy
Rita Herron

Eight years ago, in the wake of Hurricane Katrina, three men lost everything. Now it’s time to reclaim what’s theirs…Mack Rivet lost his job and the love of his life, but his passionate reunion with Lily forces him to confront what really happened and the son he never knew existed…

Praise for award-winning author Rita Herron

“Herron’s still top of the line when it comes to bizarrely twisting plots as she piles up the obstacles to keep the suspense high.”

—RT Book Reviews on Cowboy to the Max

“Herron gets it totally on target in this tale of family ties, insanity and death.”

—RT Book Reviews on Beneath the Badge (Top Pick!)

About the Author

Award-winning author RITA HERRON wrote her first book when she was twelve, but didn’t think real people grew up to be writers. Now she writes so she doesn’t have to get a real job. A former kindergarten teacher and workshop leader, she traded her storytelling to kids for writing romance, and now she writes romance comedies and romance suspense. She lives in Georgia with her own romance hero and three kids. She loves to hear from readers, so please write her at PO Box 921225, Norcross, GA 30092-1225, USA, or visit her website, www.ritaherron.com.

Bayou Jeopardy

Rita Herron

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To my beautiful and sweet daughter Elizabeth who lives in New Orleans and loves it!

Chapter One

Eight years ago when Katrina hit New Orleans and turned the city inside out, Mack Rivet had lost everything. His job as a detective. The woman he loved.

And the little boy she had been carrying.

He slid onto his usual bar stool at the Gator Saloon, shaking rain off his jacket as he made himself at home. Outside, the monsoon continued.

Cars were flooding. The river rising. People frantically searching for backup generators in case they lost power.

The bartender, Cooter Willis, set a cold black-and-tan in front of him, and Mack nodded his thanks.

He sipped the beer, hoping the cold liquid would soothe his nerves. But that same soul-deep ache ate at him as the storm continued to rage. Every time it rained, the haunting memories returned. Half of New Orleans’s residents probably shared them.

Images of Lily and their little boy flashed in his mind.

If his son had survived, he would be eight. Mack would be carrying him to Saints games, teaching him how to shuck oysters, taking him gator watching in his pirogue in the bayou.

And Lily…beautiful, sweet Lily. She’d been too good for a man like him, but that hadn’t seemed to matter. If she’d lived, they’d be making love right now, maybe making a second baby.

He chugged the beer, then slammed the glass down on the bar.

Reading his mood, Cooter slid him another one.

He’d been nursing his wounds for so long he didn’t know how to do anything else. Hiding out in bayou country while the city rebuilt itself.

Grieving.

And waiting for the chance to clear his name.

Eight years later, and he was no closer to that than the day Lee Barnaby had him hauled to jail. But he had been doing his research, keeping an eye on all the players.

He turned his second beer up and drank, the stench of his conversation with Barnaby still eating at him.

He hated most that Lily had died believing he was on the take.

“You’re just like your old man,” Barnaby had said. “You’ll die in prison, too.”

Hell, his father might have been dirty. But Mack had worked hard to stay on the up-and-up.

It hadn’t mattered, though.

Sure, there had been corruption in the NOPD. The feds had known it and had enlisted him and his best friend, Remy Comeaux, into helping Special Agent Ray Storm with the investigation. The task force had been close to breaking that corruption wide open when Katrina hit.

Then all their lives had gone to hell.

He and Remy had been arrested. Ray transferred to God knew where.

The bar grew noisy as Friday night patrons filed in, and Cooter flipped on the TV.

A special news report suddenly interrupted the commercial, and a photograph of the very man he hated flashed on the screen. Lee Barnaby.

In handcuffs.

What the hell?

“In a shocking twist tonight, our city’s chief of police, Lee Barnaby, has been arrested on charges of corruption as well as assault and attempted murder.” The camera flashed onto Barnaby, who ducked his head, obviously trying to avoid being seen on camera.

“Private detective Remy Comeaux, who was once part of the NOPD himself, not only found evidence of drug trafficking, but apparently he saved Carlotta Worthington’s life when Mr. Barnaby allegedly assaulted her.” The reporter took a breath, then continued, “NOPD officer Doyle Shriver was killed when he became suspicious, leading to Lee Barnaby’s arrest on corruption, tampering with evidence and the far more heinous crimes of the attempted murder of Carlotta Worthington. At this point, detectives believe they are just beginning to uncover the truth as to Mr. Barnaby’s criminal activity. A full investigation is now under way.”

Mack’s pulse hammered. Remy had phoned him a couple of times this past week, but he hadn’t taken the call. He hadn’t known why Remy was back.

Did he wonder if Remy and Ray believed he was dirty?

Suddenly the beer burned like acid in his belly. He motioned to Cooter to get him a shrimp po’boy so he could sober up.

If Remy proved Barnaby was dirty, maybe Mack could prove Barnaby had set him up. It wouldn’t bring back his wife and son, but clearing his name would be something.

LILY LANDRY RIVET LEANED over to kiss her son good-night, her heart swelling with love. He might have been born on the worst night in the history of New Orleans, but he was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

And every time she looked at him, she saw Mack Rivet, his father.

They shared the same coal-black hair, the same soul-deep brown eyes and the same bad-boy attitude.