Just one of those days...Yeah.  Right.  I brushed my teeth so hard to get the taste out of my mouth that my damn gums are bleeding.  Shit, pull it together Marty...keep it on track.  Just keep thinking things through and it'll all make sense.

Here's today's shitfest then:

Stephen Locke - Tabitha's dad's a piece of work.  They have special levels of Hell reserved for shitheads like this. Still, give him props for pulling enough strings that the Feebs are dancing to his tune and not the other way around.  Here's a guy who cares so much about his darling daughter that he leaves her with his alcoholic ex-wife to sweat in New Orleans while he swans it big time in the Apple.  Oh yeah, and he's co-operating with the Feds against his former employers, having stolen their clients and ratted on their illegal accounting practices - presumably laundering cash for the mob.  Gee, what a swell fella.  Anyway, his concern is Tabitha has been abducted by the Mob either to put pressure on his testimony or as part of a fractured negotiation over some rapper called Neu-Tron whose ‘the next big thing'.  I can only presume this means he'll be gunned down imminently.  Course the big shot's got no proof - just working his instinct. 

Well we had our own 'instincts' to follow, the first of which was checking out Lilith Carsonne - Tabitha's wiccan mentor.  Agents Chance, Greene, Parisi and myself took a stroll over to Magazine and Jefferson (after a strange encounter in the FBI garage with SSA Kruger which I am putting down to heat fatigue) where her basement store, the imaginatively named ‘Lilith's 2^nd Hand Books' is located. 

We weren't the only ones though - both flavours of the New Orleans mob were also on scene.  Farina's boys were funny in a ha ha kind of way - until we found their van packed with military firepower - then, the humour kinda wore off.  Props to Agent Parisi - that boy can knock heads with the best of them.  Two Tandinos, a Ricci and a kid named Rawlings were arrested for interfering with a Federal officer in execution of his duties and possession of illegal firearms.  Apparently they were told to keep a look out for Lilith and then ‘escort her to a place of safety' by Ricci's brother John - he runs another Bo Jackson's bar over in Metairie.  Our run in with Stenneau's troops was less informative or amusing but I'll come to that later.

So, Lilith's store.  Well it's not short of a few books, that's for sure.  So stacked in fact that she uses the Dewey library system to keep track of it all.  Cutting a long story short we pulled some interesting leads from the place:

1. Her home address on Feliciana St - we probably could've got this from the BuCar CAD but hey it was a hot day...
2. Lurleen Dumont sold her a copy of Livre d'Ivonie (a BAD BAD book) for $50 - we also found a message on her answerphone from the same woman.  The book is missing of course.  So, the dead walk, talk and need cash!
3. A business card for a club called Cabaret Saulot with the name 'Ysabeau' written on the reverse - the card has an address on Bourbon Street but there's no such address.  We have subsequently found several references on goth messageboards - sounds like it might be a place where people gather before being told where the party's at.
4. Evidence from the till and agitated messages from Tabitha on the store's answerphone indicate Lilith last being on the premises, Monday 8^th October.  The last message from Tabitha is Wednesday afternoon.  This appears to confirm what Cassandra Locke told us this morning.

So to the shootout...my memory is kinda hazy here, except about THAT.  THAT, I remember just fine - tastes like chicken haha.  Yeah BIG FUCKIN' JOKE.

Note to self: In future backing oneself into a basement with no way out while bad guys are spraying MAC 10s and combat shotguns about is to be avoided.

End of the day though - Feds 3       Baddies 0

Dead guys:

Little Bean - real name, Brian Williams - shot dead by me

Biggy H - real name Howard Biggs - hand blown off leading to accidental discharge of an Uzi that killed CeeCee - real name Cecil Williams.

All these taxpayers came from Chalmette, known associates of Boy Teche, believed to be a captain in Stenneau's outfit.

Okay - I wrote it down so it'd make sense but all I can think of is that old joke -

‘Do Cannibals think Clowns taste funny'

Now I need to throw up again...