Chapter 5

“This is one of the largest museums dedicated to preserving the history of one of New Orleans’s roguish adopted sons, Jean Lafitte,” she announced, the pride obvious in her voice. She motioned to a portrait on a nearby wall.

Cole grabbed Henry’s arm. “I think that’s him!”

“What?” Henry and Ann said simultaneously.

“That’s who?” Henry asked further.

“I think that’s the guy I keep seeing.” Cole paused for a second. “It could be, but with a drawing like that it’s hard to tell.”

“Oh, you’ve seen our favorite local pirate?” Ann’s smile broadened. Henry detected a slight tinge of jealousy in her tone, as if baffled as to why Lafitte would appear to this goober instead of her, a native, a fervent researcher, and a big fan of his.

Henry pulled the crucifix from his pocket and showed it to her. “Have you seen anything like this?”

Hands flew to her face as she shrieked in surprise. “Where did you get that?” she demanded.