Smoke Signals

I don't believe there was a single person within five miles of the downtown French quarter who didn't hear the explosion, unless of course said persons were within the restaurant at the time of the detonation. Casualties haven't been counted yet, but preliminary reports estimate that relatively few would have been present that night. As a small consolation, surviving friends and families can at least rest knowing that their departed ones had a meal on the house.

The low number of occupants would suggest that this was an attack planned for a specific group of individuals. A bomb seems excessive, even for a man as big as Beaumont was, especially considering Frankie's typical MO. He may have been a little on edge as of late, but I've never seen him as suicidal. There's got to be some pieces to the bigger picture here that we're missing...



It wasn't exactly difficult to find him. He was a mess when the authorities pulled into the back alleys of the former bistro; scuffed up and slightly crispy around the edges, Frankie was in no position to resist detainment, which was good news for us. We caught a lucky break picking him up when we did, because knowing Frankie and the rest of the events that transpired that evening, this might have been just the beginning spark to a much larger bonfire.