Leopard's Prey (38 page)

The forensic team had gathered human bones and a human skull as well as all sorts of items taken from the homes of the elderly. Remy was certain that prints and blood would match the Rousseau brothers. He hoped the human bones would tie them to Pete Morgan and Ryan Cooper’s murders, but he definitely had enough evidence to arrest them for the robberies and beatings. Remy was certain he could get Brent Underwood to testify against them. With Robert’s testimony as well, Remy believed he could keep the brothers from getting bail, giving him more time to find evidence against them to connect them to the other murders.

She touched her earring, her fingers caressing the glittering stone. She wanted to see Remy, to hold him close to her and ease his mind just a little. Instead, he was going to work all night and she was going to take her mind off his work by going to Arnaud’s showing. Maybe she’d find something special in the gallery for Remy.

“Are you ready, Bijou?” Saria asked, sticking her head through the open doorway.

Bijou smiled at her. “You look beautiful, Saria. I knew that gown would be perfect on you. Does Drake look incredibly handsome?”

Saria nodded. “Yes, he does. When that man decides to dress up he takes my breath away.”

Bijou burst out laughing. “That man takes your breath away all the time, and I’m betting even more so when he’s
not
dressed.”

Color crept up Saria’s cheeks. “Okay, I’ll concede that’s the truth, but don’ tell him. Seriously, he already knows I’m crazy about him.” She didn’t sound in the least upset about it, in fact, she sounded very happy. “You look so amazin’, Bijou,” Saria added. “Every time I see you, whether you’re in jeans or dressed up in your gowns, I’m always shocked at how truly beautiful you are.”

“Thank you, my friend.” Bijou gave her a little bow. “You always boost my confidence. Have you gone to one of Arnaud’s shows? Lots of press. He’s very famous and the critics and very wealthy buyers turn out in droves.” She knew she sounded proud of him – she couldn’t help it. “He really is a genius when it comes to his work. Some of his sculptures are on display in the Louvre. That is an amazin’ achievement.”

“Poor Remy,” Saria said, a cheeky grin on her face. “He’s goin’ to take one look at you in that dress hangin’ on that hot Frenchman’s arm and he’s goin’ to go completely ballistic.”

“No, he won’t,” Bijou denied. “I told him I was goin’ and he was fine with it. He knows I’m friends with Arnaud.”

“Knownin’ it and likin’ it are two different things,” Saria pointed out. “He’s very territorial where you’re concerned. He always has been. No one could ever say anythin’ about you even when you were a teenager or he’d get upset.”

Bijou’s heart jumped. “Umm, sweetheart. I love you, I really do, but Remy was gone most of the time when we were teens.”

“Most of the time, but he visited once in a while and he always asked about you and how you were doin’. Gage and the boys thought you were a little stuck-up and Remy didn’t like that.”

“Everyone thought I was stuck-up except you,” Bijou said.

It was strange how the memories of those days still hurt. She knew she was partially to blame. She hadn’t wanted anyone to know just how awful her father and his bandmates and groupies really were. She was embarrassed by his behavior. She didn’t dare take a friend or teacher home for fear Bodrie might seduce them – which of course he had on more than one occasion. She was always the one blamed when he’d refuse to see the person again – not Bodrie.

“Remy never thought you were haughty,” Saria denied. “He always seemed to be your staunchest supporter.”

Bijou tried not to react to Saria’s disclosure, but it was nice to know Remy had remembered her even during her teenage years. She’d felt very much alone during that time. Only Saria had ever really been a friend to her. Saria had no desire to meet Bodrie. She understood the concept of growing up on her own. Her brothers were grown and mostly out of the house and her father had stayed drunk most of the time. It seemed natural for the girls to gravitate toward one another.

It had been the first time in her life that Bijou had experienced true friendship. She’d been leery at first, not trusting Saria’s motives, but Saria had been so laid back, disappearing for days on end into the swamp. She had never pursued the friendship, never tried to push herself on Bijou. Bijou found herself drawn to the girl who seemed the exact opposite of her. Saria was a wild child, defiant and independent. Bijou always tried to fit in and not be noticed. Saria couldn’t care less what others thought of her, while Bijou seemed to be easily hurt by the things her classmates, teachers and the press said.

“You two ladies ready?” Drake asked and then stopped, whistling. “I get to take out the two most beautiful women in New Orleans.”

Saria beamed at him. She slipped her hand into the crook of his arm. “You clean up nice, Drake Donovan.”

Bijou took his other proffered arm. “I have to agree with Saria. You look amazin’, Drake.”

He flashed her a smile. He looked very different than the man who yesterday had been pacing and snarling and raking claws over Robert Lanoux’s face. No one would ever suspect that Drake was anything but a gentleman. When he looked at Saria, his features softened, his eyes held the light of love and there seemed to be no trace of that dangerous, lethal animal.

Bijou was caught spellbound by that look. She recognized it on Drake’s face, in his eyes, his expression, so why hadn’t she recognized it on Remy’s face? She memorized every bone, his strong jaw, all that luxurious dark hair spilling so carelessly into his amazing green eyes. Sometimes just looking at him made her feel as if she was free-falling off a cliff, and too far gone to save herself.

But that look she was seeing on Drake’s face, the intensity when he looked at Saria, was there on Remy’s face when he looked at her. For a moment the breath rushed out of her lungs and she just stood there, frozen, unable to move, shocked at the miracle that had been in front of her all along.

“Bijou?” Saria’s voice sounded far away. “Are you all right?”

Remy really was in new territory. He didn’t have a clue any more than she did – well, that wasn’t strictly true. He had a
lot
of experience, obviously, in areas she didn’t, but the emotions were as new to him as they were to her.

“I’m fine,” she answered. Her heart felt lighter than it had in years.

“Is Remy going to try to join us tonight?” Drake asked.

There was a hint of laughter in his voice as if he was teasing her. She did her best to look stern. “I doubt it. He’s been swamped at work and he hasn’t been to bed in over twenty-four hours. If he has any time he’ll be sleepin’.”

Drake nudged Saria. “Remy is going to be sleeping while Bijou, dressed in that very flattering formfitting gown, is hanging on the arm of another man. Just out of curiosity, do you want to place a little wager on that?”

Bijou laughed. “I’m not about to put money down on guessing what that man may or may not do. He’s unpredictable.”

Drake escorted the two women down the sweeping staircase and out to the car. “If there’s one thing I know about Remy, it’s his being predictable when it comes to you, Bijou. Don’t ever kid yourself. He’s not leaving you alone with another man.”

“He knows Arnaud is just a friend.”

Drake groaned as he opened the door for her. “Why is it women insist on saying that?”

Bijou slid into the car with great dignity. “Because women have evolved, and they can be friends with men who are not lovers.”

Drake snorted his derision as he opened the door for Saria. “We’re talking leopards, first of all, and we’re very territorial, and secondly, men haven’t evolved and they aren’t going to.”

Saria and Bijou laughed as Drake stalked around the car, looking more leopard than human as he moved with his usual fluid grace. They laughed harder as he slammed the door closed and started the car.

“I hope his temper isn’t quite as bad as yours over the subject of men and women being friends,” Bijou said.

He glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “Poor woman. You have no idea about that man, do you? You probably are suffering from the illusion that he’s sweet.”

“He is sweet,” Bijou professed.

“Remy has the foulest-tempered leopard of any one of us. And when it comes to you, the way he looks at it is, there are no men who want to be your friends. They’re all rivals.”

Bijou shook her head. “I think you both blame all of your nonsense on leopards.”

Saria burst out laughing again. She nudged her husband. “She has a point there. Remy loves to blame his leopard when he gets all snarly.”

Drake shrugged. “Go ahead, you two, but I notice, neither one of you are putting your money against me. Remy’s going to show up.”

The gallery lights sparkled in the light drizzle, spilling out onto the street along with the music and laughter from inside as they drove up to Arnaud’s showing. Bijou was pleased to see the gallery was packed as expected. Arnaud was world-renowned, his sculptures considered some of the greatest in the modern world.

She spotted her manager and the man that had somehow become his shadow in the crowd, as well as a few of the men she’d recognized as bodyguards at her club. She knew they were leopards. Joshua Tregre and Elijah Lospostos, two men she knew Drake or Remy had assigned to watch over her. As if that wasn’t enough, she spotted two of Remy’s brothers looking elegant in suits, pretending to drink as they mingled with the crowd. There was no pretense about eating, she noted with a small laugh.

Arnaud stood off to the side, a drink in hand, looking more elegant than usual in a black suit and white shirt. He turned as she walked in, lifting his drink in salute, and managing a smile as he came toward them.

He leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek. “Thank God you’ve come, Bijou. You know how I despise small talk.” He took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his arm. “You’ve saved me.” Once he had her securely anchored to his side, he smiled at Drake and Saria. “Thank you for bringing her. It was becoming a nightmare. I’m not good with people, just my art, and these shows can be excruciating.”

Drake nodded, frowning a little as Arnaud set down his drink and put his palm over Bijou’s hand. “I can understand. I’m not the best with people either. I like to stay in the background.”

Arnaud turned toward him as if for the first time, Drake had caught his interest. “You’re married to Bijou’s friend,” he said and held out his hand.

“Drake Donovan,” Drake greeted. “My wife, Saria.”

“I’m sorry, Arnaud. We’ve been friends for so long it didn’t occur to me that you wouldn’t know Drake and Saria,” Bijou said. “I think I’ve completely forgotten my manners.”

“You’re forgiven as long as you do all the talking tonight and make me look good,” Arnaud replied, once again covering his hand with hers. “I hope you both enjoy yourselves. We have to make the rounds.”

Arnaud didn’t wait for a reply, forgetting all about them as was his way. He walked Bijou over to his latest sculpture, a five-foot waterfall of color and texture that was breathtaking. “What do you think of this piece? They never come out the way I expect. As I’m working they take on a life of their own.”

The piece was titled “Giving Back.” The critics had given the sculpture rave reviews and several had attributed the piece to “what it feels like to fall in love.”

Bijou studied the waterfall from every angle as she knew Arnaud preferred before she answered him. He had actually captured individual drops as well as the feeling of water rushing over a cliff. Looking closely she could see more than the water. Images began to emerge beneath and in the flowing waves of water.

Entranced, she moved closer. The images appeared and disappeared according to the light shining on the sculpture and whichever direction she was looking from. She studied the images, taking her time, knowing Arnaud appreciated a thorough inspection before pronouncing judgment. He stayed very silent as she moved back and forth, trying to capture each aspect.

It seemed an impossible task to find everything he’d molded into the water. Each time she thought she’d found them all, when she moved, something else revealed itself. “This is amazin’, Arnaud. Incredible. I don’ know how you could even manage to do this. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. The weird thing is, the more I look at it, the more beautiful it becomes.”

“What do you think I’m trying to say?”

This was always the most difficult moment. Arnaud made statements with his sculptures. He didn’t mind the critics getting it wrong, but it mattered to him that she saw his vision, because she was one of the few people he allowed into his small circle of friends. She walked around the sculpture one more time.

“It isn’t about fallin’ in love,” Bijou said. She looked up at him. “At least, that’s not what it says to me. All the drops are individual until they hit halfway down the waterfall and then they blend together, revealin’ all the faces pourin’ over the cliff and flowin’ to the bottom into the pool. When I look at it, I see the life in the universe – the way each form of life is on an individual journey as we take that free fall. We come together back in the universe…” She bit her lip. “I’m not sayin’ this very well, Arnaud, but for me it’s a statement on the universe and life and death. That’s what I see when I look at this piece.”

A slow smile lit up his face for one brief moment and then faded away. “You always ‘get’ me, Bijou. I believe we all free-fall through the world and then the universe absorbs us back into it one way or another and we give back to it.”

“No matter what it means to others, Arnaud, and that’s the true beauty of art, everyone sees what they need to see, this sculpture is truly wonderful.”

“It’s my favorite of all of them.”

“You didn’t just do faces like everyone would expect,” she observed. There was the curve of hair, a perfect mouth, animals and plants, bits and pieces of various living things captured in his sculpture.

“Our life-form shares the planet with millions of other life-forms,” he said. “And then all of us go back to dust to feed the Earth.”