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But it's often said that Josie's spirit slips into the statue of the woman that still stands at the entry to her former tomb. Is she trying to get into heaven? Or merely beckoning others to follow her? If you happen to see the elegant statue moving, don't be afraid. Josie had a temper, but she was also a social creature, and it's said that she's merely visiting gentlemen callers who happened to have ended their days in the same cemetery."
    "Where is the tomb?" a slender woman called to her.
    "Metairie. It's featured on another of our tours, and we hope you'll join us for it," Nikki replied. "Well, folks, that's it for the evening, except that my colleagues—the tall, dark handsome fellow there, Julian, and the beautiful young woman to my right, Andrea—will join me in answering any questions you might have. And thank you so much for joining us. There are many tour groups here in New Orleans, so we hope we've fulfilled your expectations, and enlightened and entertained you."
    The usual round of questions followed. Nikki never minded, but that night, she knew, she was glancing at her watch. At last she was able to extricate herself from the last family eager to learn more.
    It had been a good evening. In fact, it had been a good day. Her ridiculous sense of foreboding hadn't meant a thing. When she finished with the family, she waved to Andy and Julian, and they headed off for Pat O'Brien's.
    "Man, I have never seen so many posters up before an election," Julian commented as they passed the wooden barricade around a construction site. The posters advertised the current sensation, an older man named Harold Grant. "He looks like you, Nikki. Far too serious," Julian teased. "Maybe we need new blood running the place. Have you seen all the posters for what's-his-name?"
    "Billy Banks," Andy reminded him. "Yeah, and he's a cutie. Have you seen him, Nikki? Vibrant guy, lots of charisma. Poor old Harold probably doesn't have a chance against him."
    "Some people don't vote for a candidate because he's cute," Nikki said.
    Julian shrugged. "They're both swearing they're the one who can clean up crime in the parish," he said. "Politicians. Who do you believe?"
    "None of them," Andy said.
    "Hey… lots of people out tonight," Julian said, forgetting politics as they neared their destination.
    Despite the popularity of the place—an absolute must for tourists—they were able to garner a table. It was almost as if Max could see them in his mind's eye from wherever he was, because they had just started on their first round of Hurricanes when Nikki's cell rang.
    "Drunk yet?" Max asked her.
    "Funny," she told him.
    A soft chuckle came over the phone. "Come on, kid. Celebrate. Let yourself go. Drop down among the mortals and do a little sinning, huh?"
    "Who is it?" Mitch asked, over the din.
    "Is it Max?" Julian demanded.
    She nodded, pressing the phone closer to her ear and mouthing, "He wants to know if we're drunk yet. He's telling us to celebrate."
    "Tell him I'm on my way to happily inebriated—since he's picking up the tab," Nathan yelled, slipping an arm around Patricia's shoulder. "And Tricia's doing fine, too."
    "Hot time tonight, huh?" Julian asked.
    Patricia laughed. "Like he needs to get me drunk at this point."
    "Just… perky," Nathan teased, hugging her.
    "Would you guys quit with the sex thing? At least until you see the rest of us coupled up for the night, huh?" Mitch said. "By the way, Nikki, make sure you're hearing Max correctly. He's telling you to celebrate, not to be celibate."
    "Funny, Mitch," she mouthed.
    "What was that Mitch said?" Max asked. He said something else, but the music was playing and there were voices all around.
    Nikki waved a hand at them, frowning. "I can't hear you, Max," she said.
    The others ignored her.
    "You won't see me coupled up—not in the near future," Andy said. "A voodoo queen warned me to watch out for strangers," she assured them.
    "Max?" Nikki