I glanced at him then returned my eyes to the road. “Don’t start.”
“What?” He didn’t laugh, but the humor was still there in his eyes. I tightened my hands on the steering wheel. Sam had a naturally swarthy, sleepy-eyed look about him that usually made me want to hit him. The urge usually increased in direct perportion to the rise in smart alec comments that came out of his trap.
“It was some bad omen you saw this morning? You remember,” he prompted me.
“Sam,” I said. I sounded tired, even to myself.
“You found a dead bird on your front porch. That was it, right?”
I sighed. “I wasn’t worried because of that. This thing just had the potential to get out of control. It was a risky move.”
“No. What would have been risky would be to allow Capone to waltz into my town like he owned the joint and start making demands. We had to nip this thing in the bud. Cut off the snake’s head before it even had a chance to coil and strike. You want I should have let him do that?”
“Alors pas. I agree with you, but public displays like that one are a good way to attract unwanted attention.” I rubbed my forehead.
“It beats the alternative,” Sam replied. “And quit that Cajun talk. Anyway, you have your hoodoo joujou bag, right?”
I pressed my lips into a frown, but I touched the lump under my shirt where my talisman hung around my neck. “It’s called a gris-gris.”
“Yeah, that thing. It keeps away the bad luck, right?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Well, then.” Sam gestured in an it-goes-without-saying kind of way. Though generally, with Sam, it never went without saying, because he usually said it.
“I thought you didn’t believe in voodoo,” I said, looking sideways at him.
“I don’t. Only backwater rubes and dinges believe in all that bushwa.”
“And you, of course.” Sam grinned and scratched his long nose.
I snorted. “Watch it, peekon. I’ll get a voodoo queen to work roots on you.”
That made Sam laugh.
this was a particularly troublesome piece of dialogue i've been working on today. i'm trying to work in the voodoo/occult/superstitious aspects of the story without coming out and blatantly saying ROMY WAS HALF RAISED BY HIS DAD'S NEIGHBOR'S WIFE WHO PRACTICED VOODOO 8D show, don't tell. u_u