"Now," Edward said, a tad more paternal now. "how about you try it again and put the proper face on her?"
"Oh, I suppose," Angus said. He worked on eating and sketching, and he finally had her face. He worked on it til he had it right. He wanted the clothes, the beads, the facial expression, all of it just right. He handed the sketch around.
"If she weren't so evil, she actually might be beautiful," Simone said, "but you're right. The darkness in her spirit robs all the beauty right out of her."
"I think this might actually be helpful," Marcus said. "Particularly if no one has actually gotten close enough to get a photo of her."
"Maybe I should lure her down to Bourbon Street so all the muggle cameras get footage of her," Angus shrugged.
"And how do you plan to do that?"
"I've been doing some reading. They've sort of recreated what they believe Marie's house looked like, and its a voodoo gift shop. Its on Bourbon Street--the main street of the French quarter in New Orleans. If I hang out enough there or at the cemetery at her grave, I'll lure her eventually. Certainly would be easier than trying to hunt through every inch of Louisiana swamp," Angus said. "Or I got to sleep and challenge her."
"Well, that last option sounds rather like a harakiri mission, actually," Marcus said. "Let us try a game where we can all play, shall we? I think we'd all like to thwack her just once."
"I was actually thinking just standing in one spot and waling on her awhile," Edward said casually.
"Knock knock," a woman's voice came from the front porch. Then the door opened just slight. "Anybody home?"
"Tiggy? Come in," Angus called.
"Sorry," she said, coming in with a tall, young black man with her. He was young, maybe only around 30, Angus guessed. He was wearing jeans, a light beige linen shirt tucked neatly into his jeans, and he had and a gray casually cut linen jacket over the shirt. "This is Beauregard Dufour. He's one of our men, and he grew up in New Orleans."
"Call me Beau--please," the young man said. "My family still lives in New Orleans, and some of my family does practice voodoo. Lee thought perhaps I could help. Which one of you is Angus?"
"I am," Angus said, getting up and going to Beau. He shook hands with him. "Nice to meet you."
"Oh, I can see why she is attracted to you," Beau said, as they shook hands. "You have quite a unique energy signature. Strong. Relentless, A fighter by nature. And fast. Fast thinking, fast moving. High principles--not easily conquered by anything or anyone."
"And you're a seer," Angus said.
"Guilty as charged. I think even if she weren't perhaps working for Mrs. Gelding she might still be attracted to you. She tends to surround herself with big, dumb, slow thugs. You, however, you would interested her a good deal."
"That may well be, but she disgusts me," Angus said. Beau nodded.
"Could we offer you some tea or coffee?" Simone asked. "
"Whatever you have would be lovely," Tiggy said.
"Same for me," Beau said.