Peering through the peephole I see two guys in suits.
I half expected it to be the state police.
It’s been three months since Remy and Derek got out on bail, and I know they missed their first court date.
Maggie never mentioned it, and I never brought it up.
She comes to stand next to me. “Who is it?”
“I don’t know,” I say, opening the door. “Can I help you?”
They both flash badges in leather cases. “We’re detectives with the St. Bernard Parish Police Department,” the bald one says, then looks beyond me to Maggie. “Are you Marguerite Celine Laroche?”
She glances at me, then answers. “Yes.”
“Can we come in and talk with you?”
“Sure,” I say, stepping back. I lead them to the dining room table. “Have a seat.”
“Would you like some coffee?” Maggie offers.
“No, thanks,” the bald one replies. “I’m Detective Landry, and this is Detective Thibodeaux. We’re looking for your brother, Remy Laroche. Do you know where he is?”
“I don’t,” Maggie replies. “The last I heard he was arrested in Denver for attempted armed robbery, but I heard he got out on bail.”
“Yes, he did, and apparently he didn’t show up for his court date, so they’ve got a warrant out for him and your brother, Derek.”
“They haven’t come here. We don’t get along,” Maggie explains.
“I see.”
“You said you were from Louisiana?” I ask.
“Yes, sir. We’re investigating a series of rapes in the parish. The cases went cold years ago, and we presumed the suspect left the area. Last week we got a hit in CODIS, the nationwide DNA database. We got a match for Remy Laroche to four rapes.”
“Oh my God,” Maggie says, covering her mouth, her eyes welling.
I reach out a hand and rub her shoulder.
The detectives notice my movement and meet my eyes. “And who are you?”
“I’m Sully Bossier, her fiancé.”
Their eyes drop to the diamond on her finger.
“I see,” Landry says. “You know anything about those crimes, Mr. Bossier?”
“I stopped one once.”
“Tell us about it.”
The MC never talks to police, but this isn’t about MC business. This is about a son of a bitch who doesn’t deserve any sympathy from Maggie. She needs to know what kind of man he was.
“I spotted Remy’s truck out by a shed near the back of Griffin Park. I thought maybe he’d broken down, so I pulled over on the side of Rue de la Mason. I heard a commotion in the shed. He had some chick in there. He was raping her.”
“Are you sure it was rape?” Landy asks.
“She was screaming for him to stop.”