You had spoken on the phone with Detective William LaMontagne Jr to talk about a case, and all day, you had been exchanging glances, batting eyelashes, ruffling hair.. All sorts of stuff

You had agreed to meet him in a bar to talk about the case. You ordered a lemonade, and him, a beer

“It’s not right.. The French Quarter is the one of the only parts of the city that dodged Katrina.. And now there’s a serial killer loose..” He said in his silky smooth, southern accent, sipping on his drink

“Its a small area.. We’re trying to narrow down the suspects..” You say, stirring around the ice in your glass

There’s a pause, and he sips on his beer again

“..Do you always drink while you’re still on the clock?” You ask amused

“This is New Orleans, honey.. It’s a cultural thing” He smirks