All’s Well That Ends Well; And Even Better When It Ends With Corn Chowder (Part Three)

New Orleans Police Captain Jordan Baron held the vicious Bullpup shotgun behind his leg as he rapped on Mr. Candy’s door. With its triple magazines capable of twelve to fifteen shells, it was an effective weapon. Its appearance alone was sufficient to end most fights.

“Open up. Police.”

Jordan heard scuffling inside. The noise wasn’t coming toward Jordan. It was moving away from him. Toward the back door. Jordan didn’t hesitate to kick in the front door. He did so just in time to see the old man not in a wheel chair but walking, albeit it slowly.

The man known as Mr. Candy in New Orleans was surprised to be greeted by Lieutenant Nancy Patrick of the Richmond, California, police department who was waiting at the back door. He was even more surprised with the Mossberg precision rifle she held trained directly on his chest.

“Hello, Smoky,” she said. “Surprise!”

Sheriff Jack Blake called Nancy after his conversation with Darcey regarding Mr. Candy and his daughter a few days earlier. Nancy had notified him recently asking him to be on the look out for a family that sounded like the Candy family. They were wanted in California for kidnapping wealthy women with young daughters. The old man was far too friendly toward little young girls. His daughter used the fear he caused the mothers to extort money from them.

Nancy was closing in on them when they suddenly disappeared. Now, thanks to Darcey and Sheriff Blake, she had them. Jordan accompanied her to serve an out of state warrant, which had been approved by the governors of both states.

She held out her hand.

“Hand it over, Smoky,” she said.

The old man didn’t argue with Nancy’s rifle. He pulled the snub nosed Chief’s Special revolver from his pocket and meekly passed it to the no nonsense cop.

The old man’s daughter rushed into the room but immediately dropped the Glock she carried when she caught sight of Baron’s threatening shotgun.

“Jordan, meet Smoky Denton and his daughter, Diana,” Nancy said.

“That’s what these out of state warrants say, even though they’ve been calling themselves Candy down here,” Jordon replied. Then he spoke directly to the old man and his daughter.

“Smoky and Diana Denton, you are both under arrest. You will be our guests in New Orleans until the court approves your extradition. I think I can guarantee that won’t be long, given the nature of the charges against you.”

The atmosphere in the old house on Governor Nicholls Street in the Vieux Carre’ was considerably lighter that evening. With Darcey’s mother, Betty, and Trent Marshall’s surrogate mother, Ivy, together in the kitchen, everyone else knew it was wise to let the two older women rule their domain without interference. Only young Kelli was in the kitchen with them. Betty and Ivy found small chores for her so she could say she helped make dinner.

Nancy was staying with Darcey while she was in New Orleans. Jordan joined them after he got off work. The three of them were in Trent’s library enjoying refreshing rum and cokes. Trent had already flown to Anchorage. Darcey, Betty, Ivy, and Kelli would join him in a few days.

In the kitchen, Betty and Ivy had a pot of corn chowder bubbling on the stove.

It had been a day of tense moments.

The relief of the evening was enough to warm the huge house.

Corn Chowder by Betty, Ivy, & Kelli

3 slices bacon, chopped

1 medium onion, chopped

2 medium potatoes, unpeeled, diced

4 ears corn, with kernels cut from the cobbs

3 cups milk

salt & pepper to taste

In a large stock pot, saute’ the bacon.

Add the onion and potatoes to the bacon and its grease. Cook until the vegetables have softened and begun to brown, about fifteen minutes.

Toss the corn into the vegetables and add the milk.

Season to taste with salt and pepper.

Let the chowder simmer for another fifteen minutes. The fresh corn will cook quickly. Don’t over cook.

As they say on Governor Nicholls Street in New Orleans, Bon Temps!

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