and pull her in closer. Jules broke away suddenly and Gen looked at her, eyes wide. "What is it?"
"Blocked by the dogs, Samson is barking. We'll have to finish this later, but we will pick up where we left off."
Gen shivered. "Yes, we will."
Jules led the way back down the stairs and saw Samson barking at the back door. Belle was whining; Jules had forgotten to unlock the dog door after her shower. She flipped a light switch and let both dogs out in the backyard. Gen followed her out and stood watching the dogs. Jules walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around Gen's waist, pulling her back to rest against her body.
"So," Jules began.
"Hmmmm?"
"Can I take you out on Saturday?"
"Hmmmm, I don't know," Gen said, laughing lightly. "I'm not really into girls."
"Not funny, Gen," Jules growled in her ear.
Gen shivered at the way Jules’ breath felt against her neck. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure yet. I haven't started planning because I don't have an answer on whether I'll be going out with anyone yet."
Gen smiled and leaned back against Jules. "Yes, you can take me out on Saturday."
"Perfect."
"Oh, it better be."
Jules laughed. "Where did all this mean teasing come from? 'Cause if I get a vote, I'd much rather have you sending all kinds of signals back."
"Well, now that I've finally convinced you to give us a shot, I don't have to keep trying to convince you. The balance of power might shift a little."
"As if I ever had any power here," Jules muttered.
Belle finished doing her business and she and Samson started running around the yard.
"Jules, as much as I hate to admit it, it's getting kinda late for you, and I, for one, don't want to have to guilt myself into getting up so early for keeping you up so late two nights in a row. So, if we're going to figure out anything from the journal, we should probably start."
"Yeah, okay," Jules said inhaling and then releasing Gen and whistling over her shoulder. Samson immediately ran up to her and sat down.
"Good, I was hoping that was to get him to follow and not me."
"Nah, I'll give you a different whistle so Samson doesn't get confused," Jules said in mock seriousness.
Gen slapped her on the ass and went through the door Jules held open to sit back down at the dining room table.
Jules sat down next to her and opened the journal, "Well, that was anticlimactic." She slid the open journal toward her.
Gen looked at the journal. "It's blank?"
"Yup, blank with about a third of the pages cut out."
"Then, what do we have with the newspaper articles?"
Jules looked over them. "They are all about my great grandfather's death."
"How did he die?"
"He was killed in a mugging in the quarter."
"When?"
"New Year's Eve."
Gen choked on her wine. "New Year's Eve, 1939? When Julianna and Evie were going to leave?"
Jules eyes widened. "Yes."
"Oh, God, Jules, Do you think they killed him?"
"I don't know, I mean, maybe he was mugged coming after them."
"Why wouldn't they have escaped then?"
"Maybe he died protecting them?" Jules tried weakly.
"Or maybe one of them shot him."
Jules pulled out her cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Gen asked.
"A girl I row with who's a detective for NOPD."
Gen covered the phone with her hand. "No."
"What?"
"No. Not until you know one way or the other."
"Why?"
"Because you are not allowed to profit in the commission of a felony. If she killed her father, you might lose your house."
"Really?"
"I don't know, but it's possible."
Jules raked both hands through the back of her hair. "Shit, double shit, balls!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Gen laughed at Jules' outburst.
Jules looked down at the papers spread all over the table. When she'd found this stuff she really just thought it would give her an excuse to get to know Gen better, but now she was stuck in the middle of trying to find out if the great aunt she'd loved, and had been closer to her than either of her grandmothers, had murdered her
"Blocked by the dogs, Samson is barking. We'll have to finish this later, but we will pick up where we left off."
Gen shivered. "Yes, we will."
Jules led the way back down the stairs and saw Samson barking at the back door. Belle was whining; Jules had forgotten to unlock the dog door after her shower. She flipped a light switch and let both dogs out in the backyard. Gen followed her out and stood watching the dogs. Jules walked up behind her and wrapped her arms around Gen's waist, pulling her back to rest against her body.
"So," Jules began.
"Hmmmm?"
"Can I take you out on Saturday?"
"Hmmmm, I don't know," Gen said, laughing lightly. "I'm not really into girls."
"Not funny, Gen," Jules growled in her ear.
Gen shivered at the way Jules’ breath felt against her neck. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
"I'm not sure yet. I haven't started planning because I don't have an answer on whether I'll be going out with anyone yet."
Gen smiled and leaned back against Jules. "Yes, you can take me out on Saturday."
"Perfect."
"Oh, it better be."
Jules laughed. "Where did all this mean teasing come from? 'Cause if I get a vote, I'd much rather have you sending all kinds of signals back."
"Well, now that I've finally convinced you to give us a shot, I don't have to keep trying to convince you. The balance of power might shift a little."
"As if I ever had any power here," Jules muttered.
Belle finished doing her business and she and Samson started running around the yard.
"Jules, as much as I hate to admit it, it's getting kinda late for you, and I, for one, don't want to have to guilt myself into getting up so early for keeping you up so late two nights in a row. So, if we're going to figure out anything from the journal, we should probably start."
"Yeah, okay," Jules said inhaling and then releasing Gen and whistling over her shoulder. Samson immediately ran up to her and sat down.
"Good, I was hoping that was to get him to follow and not me."
"Nah, I'll give you a different whistle so Samson doesn't get confused," Jules said in mock seriousness.
Gen slapped her on the ass and went through the door Jules held open to sit back down at the dining room table.
Jules sat down next to her and opened the journal, "Well, that was anticlimactic." She slid the open journal toward her.
Gen looked at the journal. "It's blank?"
"Yup, blank with about a third of the pages cut out."
"Then, what do we have with the newspaper articles?"
Jules looked over them. "They are all about my great grandfather's death."
"How did he die?"
"He was killed in a mugging in the quarter."
"When?"
"New Year's Eve."
Gen choked on her wine. "New Year's Eve, 1939? When Julianna and Evie were going to leave?"
Jules eyes widened. "Yes."
"Oh, God, Jules, Do you think they killed him?"
"I don't know, I mean, maybe he was mugged coming after them."
"Why wouldn't they have escaped then?"
"Maybe he died protecting them?" Jules tried weakly.
"Or maybe one of them shot him."
Jules pulled out her cell phone.
"Who are you calling?" Gen asked.
"A girl I row with who's a detective for NOPD."
Gen covered the phone with her hand. "No."
"What?"
"No. Not until you know one way or the other."
"Why?"
"Because you are not allowed to profit in the commission of a felony. If she killed her father, you might lose your house."
"Really?"
"I don't know, but it's possible."
Jules raked both hands through the back of her hair. "Shit, double shit, balls!"
Despite the seriousness of the situation, Gen laughed at Jules' outburst.
Jules looked down at the papers spread all over the table. When she'd found this stuff she really just thought it would give her an excuse to get to know Gen better, but now she was stuck in the middle of trying to find out if the great aunt she'd loved, and had been closer to her than either of her grandmothers, had murdered her
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