So Nawlins just gets weirder and weirder - oh and a whole lot more deadly, day by day.  I seem to remember Special Agent Chance saying something about the city being sick and I think she had it right.  I bet she's glad she got the hell outta Dodge when she did.  But for the rest of us stuck here the stink lingers on and some point soon we got to clean house.

So the day began with another body - this being one NOPD Transit Cop by the name of Desmond Ryan.  He was unlucky to pick night watch at the Amtrak station where Pierce and Wilmot nearly got their tickets punched by McAvoy yesterday.  Turns out our Hell's Angel is the persistent type and returned Ninja clad to break into Venetta's locker - 312. McAvoy gave Ryan a whole new smile - damn near cut the poor asshole's head off.  Turns out though that whatever our murderous douchebag thought was in there - wasn't.  You gotta like dumb criminals as what was in there could be very helpful to us but more on that later. 

Me and Wilmot had a chat with the Murder Police and found out they had Charlie Parker in jail under suspicion of having colluded with the killers (and no - not THAT Charlie Parker!)  Charles Hadlee Parker was an NOPD cop, now head of security at the Amtrak terminus and the guy Pierce met before getting shot the day before.  He got turned out after the post Katrina corruption investigations for being on the LCN's payroll.  He said he had nothing to do with nothing but Wilmot and I had our doubts.  We went on to join Frost and JB3 who were out seeking the Angel's van - we all spent a lot of time talking and walking but to no avail.  'Captain fuckin' observant' Wilmot and Chiefy decided to continue their canvass in the bars and jive joints that don't come to life until late in the evening - it was a good call.

Weaving their way (and with Chief I use those words advisedly) from joint to joint and spending quality time with the bottom feeders, they finally bumped into Claude Covelle - a homeless puke to whom the words ‘personal hygiene' might as well not exist.  He was wearing a Saints jacket with a tag from an independent forensic lab based in Dallas Fort Worth.  It piqued their interest and after Claude was convinced to co-operate it emerged he had found it on wasteland out by the rail tracks.  Props to the newbies - they went there, did some canvassing and found the packaging the jacket had been held in - addressed to Venetta Davis. 

Other transients helped put together the sequence of events - McAvoy came here having boosted the locker, opened the package and discarded it - clearly it was not what he was looking for.  He was then picked up by his cohorts who did their van vanishing act.  With the jacket came a report from the lab - a confirmation that there was no GSR on it.  This verified something we had gotten from the ‘Ray' tape about an ‘innocent man sitting on Death Row' and we now think we know who that is - one Edward Cook, now 22 years of age - he got the sanction for the shooting of Gloria Edwards - lawyer, civil rights activist and the wife of New Orleans D.A John Edwards. 

Gloria had been stirring things up regarding the city's skin trade and was allegedly close to exposing a sex slave ring connected to Stenneau.  Law enforcement of all stripes believe she was assassinated but the official report was that she was the victim of a street robbery gone wrong.  I know which version of events my money is on.  Street rumour says it was also Boy Teche's initiation killing, speaking of which that fuckface is still around - I can't wait to put a bullet between that boy's eyes.  Mind you, you got to admit the guy has cojones the size of footballs - he pulled over Wilmot and JB3 on their way back to the barn and threatened them.  It also looks he exposed them to an aerosol hallucinogen in the process as they were both in a strung out state by the morning.  They discharged themselves about an hour ago but they both have some strange stories to tell and look pretty pale.

While they were doing their thing with the jacket, Frost and I had a chat with Farina's lawyer Randall Gale and his ‘security' man Doug DeLillo - the leader of the Italian Opera Lovers society whose members helped us out at Halloween.  They're going to spread the word on our Hell's Angels but it sounds like they have their own problems that continue to develop - open season on the mob from both Stenneau's gang and our own OC teams.  DeLillo said some interesting things about Devereux and her connection to the former head of the spec ops team here - Mike Hamblin, presently on admin leave while OPR continue their investigations - implication being he and Charlie Parker would have known each other well and that Devereux is still in Hamblin's pocket.  It sure seemed that she was none too keen to discuss that situation and the implication that they were romantically involved.

We're going to check Hamblin out later tonight - just pop in and say hi.  Then there's the weirdness of Devlin's football game on Sunday - Saints at home to the Colts - should be a good game but why our erstwhile ‘boss with a bug up his ass' has suddenly become our new best friend is a mystery.  Just another weird event in a long chain of them - stay here long enough and weird becomes normal...NOT!