And in that sprawling city of New Orleans...
The ladies in their glittering parties know something has happened. The bankers and financiers know something has happened. The wealthy, the influential, the political know something has happened. The cops on their quiet beats know something has happened. The whores with their pimps know something has happened. The street gangs, the street thieves know something has happened.
It is the recoil after a gun has been shot. The Thieves draw back a step, a moment of silence in mourning for their departed prince.
Then they strike.
What is it if the Thieves retaliate at anyone, anything that falls within their power to take? What is it if there is no officer with enough clout or enough skill to stop them?
What is it if a worn playing card, the Queen of Hearts, taped to a battered mirror speaks more eloquently to a woman's loss than her brother's fallen sword?