Read Online Special Forces: Operation Alpha: Saving Sarah (Kindle Worlds Novella) (New Orleans Connection Series Book 7) by Kathy Ivan - Free Book Online
Authors: Kathy Ivan
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French Quarter would clear her mind and wash away the stench of her ugly thoughts. The hotel she'd chosen wasn't in the official Quarter itself, but outside, and catered to the tourists that flocked the city streets. It was in a nice enough neighborhood that she felt safe, especially with Ranger by her side.
As they walked, she took in the beauty of the surrounding city. She'd barely stopped for breath in her whirlwind course of finding her missing sister, not even to take in the sights and sounds and scents of one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
"She's magnificent, my French beauty." Ranger pointed toward a long wrought-iron fence, covered with bougainvillea blossoms, their brilliant reddish-pink color striking against the metal's aged patina. Brand new shops stood alongside decades' old businesses, proclaiming the once proud city was rebounding from the devastating losses Hurricane Katrina left in her wake. Yet the people and the places survived and thrived, never once giving up on their heritage. And it showed in the colorful awnings, the brightly painted doorways, and window boxes along the streets.
With a hand on her elbow, Ranger led her down one side street after another, pointing out places and things she might have otherwise missed. He really did know the city and its people. A few stopped and chatted, asking about his father, or just waved and said hello. He was unendingly polite to each person, showing them a level of courtesy and respect few people managed in this day and age.
It made her look at him through a different lens. With her writer's eye, she could picture him as a knight of old, riding forth to battle to defend hearth and home, or at the demand of his king. She saw him as a sailor, commanding a brigantine across the stormy waves, a bulwark his men would follow to the icy depths of the sea at his orders, yet he never failed to bring his ship in safely. He was truly a man of mystery. One she wouldn't mind exploring to its fullest, if they got the chance—after her sister was found and brought home safely.
All too soon they'd reached Café Du Monde, with its landmark green and white striped awning, proclaiming itself proudly to its patrons. Ranger led them to a table just inside the door, one already occupied by a dark-haired man with smiling whiskey-colored eyes.
"Ranger, good to see you. Ms. Sloane, it's nice to meet you."
They'd barely been seated before a cheery waitress came and took their orders. Sarah decided on café au lait and beignets. She liked her coffee not quite as strong as they served it here in the south with that bite of chicory, and having the hot milk added seemed like a smart move.
"Find anything?" Ranger stared at Remy, and Sarah watched the silent exchange between the two men, one of those where they communicated without saying a word. She couldn't help wondering what kind of relationship they had. Ranger had mentioned they were friends, but this seemed to be a deeper connection than simple friendship. This feels like family .
Remy pulled out a sheath of papers and laid them on the table. "Here's everything we've got. Wish it was more. Savannah Sloane was reported missing on Sunday morning by the women she'd accompanied for Spring Break. According to the officer who took their statements, the last place they saw her was at Bimini Jack's."
Ranger exchanged a look with her. Maybe their hunch this morning was correct. All roads seemed to lead them straight back to Bimini Jack's.
Ranger leafed through the pages, handing them to her once he'd finished. She couldn’t help giving him an I-should-have-seen-these-first glare. He simply quirked his brow, as if daring her to say something, before turning back to Remy.
"Who checked out Bimini Jack's?"
Remy set his coffee cup onto the table before answering. "Perkins. He's good. Has worked a lot of missing person cases, and knows the
As they walked, she took in the beauty of the surrounding city. She'd barely stopped for breath in her whirlwind course of finding her missing sister, not even to take in the sights and sounds and scents of one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
"She's magnificent, my French beauty." Ranger pointed toward a long wrought-iron fence, covered with bougainvillea blossoms, their brilliant reddish-pink color striking against the metal's aged patina. Brand new shops stood alongside decades' old businesses, proclaiming the once proud city was rebounding from the devastating losses Hurricane Katrina left in her wake. Yet the people and the places survived and thrived, never once giving up on their heritage. And it showed in the colorful awnings, the brightly painted doorways, and window boxes along the streets.
With a hand on her elbow, Ranger led her down one side street after another, pointing out places and things she might have otherwise missed. He really did know the city and its people. A few stopped and chatted, asking about his father, or just waved and said hello. He was unendingly polite to each person, showing them a level of courtesy and respect few people managed in this day and age.
It made her look at him through a different lens. With her writer's eye, she could picture him as a knight of old, riding forth to battle to defend hearth and home, or at the demand of his king. She saw him as a sailor, commanding a brigantine across the stormy waves, a bulwark his men would follow to the icy depths of the sea at his orders, yet he never failed to bring his ship in safely. He was truly a man of mystery. One she wouldn't mind exploring to its fullest, if they got the chance—after her sister was found and brought home safely.
All too soon they'd reached Café Du Monde, with its landmark green and white striped awning, proclaiming itself proudly to its patrons. Ranger led them to a table just inside the door, one already occupied by a dark-haired man with smiling whiskey-colored eyes.
"Ranger, good to see you. Ms. Sloane, it's nice to meet you."
They'd barely been seated before a cheery waitress came and took their orders. Sarah decided on café au lait and beignets. She liked her coffee not quite as strong as they served it here in the south with that bite of chicory, and having the hot milk added seemed like a smart move.
"Find anything?" Ranger stared at Remy, and Sarah watched the silent exchange between the two men, one of those where they communicated without saying a word. She couldn't help wondering what kind of relationship they had. Ranger had mentioned they were friends, but this seemed to be a deeper connection than simple friendship. This feels like family .
Remy pulled out a sheath of papers and laid them on the table. "Here's everything we've got. Wish it was more. Savannah Sloane was reported missing on Sunday morning by the women she'd accompanied for Spring Break. According to the officer who took their statements, the last place they saw her was at Bimini Jack's."
Ranger exchanged a look with her. Maybe their hunch this morning was correct. All roads seemed to lead them straight back to Bimini Jack's.
Ranger leafed through the pages, handing them to her once he'd finished. She couldn’t help giving him an I-should-have-seen-these-first glare. He simply quirked his brow, as if daring her to say something, before turning back to Remy.
"Who checked out Bimini Jack's?"
Remy set his coffee cup onto the table before answering. "Perkins. He's good. Has worked a lot of missing person cases, and knows the
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