Days passed and Tara heard nothing from Bronwyn. The vampire had disappeared into thin air. The Cajuns had been too quiet and even Devin had behaved. She was lulled into believing that New Orleans was falling into business as usual when the bell at the door rang. Looking up, Tara saw the Boss himself enter. She flipped the computer closed and went out to greet him. He shook her hand but didn't say a word.<br/><br/>Putting a hand in the small of her back, he opened the door and  ushered her to a waiting car. When she was settled in, he closed the door and went to the other side to get in. The car started up and the driver pulled into traffic. Tara picked at her cuticles and cleared her throat a few times,, but no one said a word. The Boss was staring straight ahead and nothing about him gave away his thoughts. The journey took them to a private air strip where the driver stopped. A lackey opened the doors and Tara could hear the whomp whomp whomp of a helicopter. The Boss came around and  ushered her toward it, pressing her head down as they climbed aboard.<br/><br/>Once again, no words were exchanged as the copter circled away and out over the Mississippi. They followed the length of it out toward the sea. Tara could see the swamp land twisting and turning away from the wide slow  muddy river. The Boss nodded to a lackey who pulled a Glock. Tara's heart jumped and a cold knot formed in her stomach. The other lackey grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close to the door.<br/><br/>"You let me down." the Boss said. and there was a loud explosion.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Fishermen and swampers saw a package fall into the River and a black helicopter rise into the air and fly away. They scratched their chins and went back to their tasks.