Chapter 60

But Terrell kept them on track. He wanted to find the old mystic: Adelaide Price. He didn’t care about fried food or soothing brass instruments. In fact, he didn’t seem to notice his love’s distress at being dragged away from the sights and sounds of Bourbon Street.

They only stopped to ask locals about the mysterious woman’s whereabouts. At first, it seemed like no one knew who she was, but as they left the more touristy areas of the French Quarter’s heart, a clear picture formed.