Chapter 47. Murder in New Orleans

"Damn," Cinnia whistled under her breath. New Orleans was beautiful when the sun was at its peak. That much she could tell from when she and Conall's flight landed at the Louis Armstrong Airport and hailed a cab to a hotel in the French Quarter. 

The city resonated through her as the cab sped by the highway, making her wish that she was there for other reasons-more entertaining and exciting reasons. 

The afternoon sun warmed her skin through the open windows of the cab as she stared at the narrow one-way roads filled with different cars and people once they entered the French Quarter neighborhood and drove through Bourbon Street. Cinnia sighed and leaned back in her seat. 

She felt fear grip her heart in a tight fist. She had been adamant in coming to New Orleans but now that she was there, she wasn't sure of what she would do exactly. 

"How are we to get weapons?" She whispered to Conall. "That's not an issue. I'll just have to ask the Re