New Orleans

Tatina and I arrive in the French Quarter, which she once loved, but now is overshadowed by bad memories. Maybe I can help her make new memories. Memoires of the night we were married, not memories of Craig and the things he did to her. We were closer than I let on to Lester; it is none of his business where we are, and I really do not want him to know that we are already here in Louisana.  Lester called right as Tatina said I do, perfect timing. It makes me wonder if he knew we were here, which is another reason I did not tell him where we are precisely. So much for my promise to keep her out of New Orleans. I feel like I lied to her, and that is the last thing I want to do. I don't want him knowing our whereabouts these days. We have tried to keep our profile as low as possible since we started busting up the auctions. Plus, I still have to worry about Dominque. I never did get that bastard after he arrested me and took everything I worked so hard for;