See You Later, Alligator: Dianna McDunna

By Jena Rey

When the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans calls, you answer the phone.

 

When she asks you to find someone, you find them.

 

Dianna McDunna knows these truths. Her phone is ringing and it's going to be a long night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Opal Kingdom Press
• Release date: Apr 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201434915

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See You Later, Alligator

A Dianna McDunna Short Story

Jena Rey

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Opal Kingdom Press

Copyright © 2021 by Jena Rey

Previously published in Street Magic by Camden Park Press.

No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any way whatsoever without written permission except

in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews as permitted by US Copyright Law.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination

or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Contents

City of New Orleans - Dusk

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City of New Orleans - Dusk

Dianna McDunna grumbled as she slogged through the bayou toward where she’d parked her car. She’d spent the last two hours trying to follow up on an anonymous tip regarding a meth dump in the swampy land just outside of New Orleans, but all she’d found was bug bites, snakes, and stinking mud. It was going to take days to get the smell out of her clothes, tempting her to just burn them.

Once she reached her car, she kicked as much muck as possible off of her boots before climbing into the driver’s seat and calling in her failure.

Dianna knew it probably wasn’t her fault she hadn’t found the cache. It was likely the drugs had been picked up by someone long before she ever got out here, but the NOPD followed up on tips whenever possible. The meth in the city lately had been cut with something bad and bringing in a good-sized stash would not only get it off the street, but give the lab something to analyze and maybe a clue as to where it was coming from.

She retied her ponytail and started the car, heading back toward the glittering lights of home. If she hurried, it was still early enough that she could pick up an order of beignets at the Café Du Monde on her way. The thought of the crispy treats and a pile of powdered sugar with a tall iced coffee raised her spirits and made her stomach rumble.

Her personal phone rang, and she turned her thoughts from the pastries, tapping on the hands free. McDunna.

Good evening, Miss Dianna.

The familiar voice filled the car, as smooth as dark chocolate. Dianna’s stomach dropped.

Remy DePardue, a local voodoo priest, but one of the nasty variety.

Dammit.

Dianna scowled. Hi, Remy. What do you want?

Oh now, cherie, that’s not so nice.

Dianna licked her lips,, glad he couldn’t see her face. "That’s because every time you call something bad is happening and is probably going to happen