Flowers would point out a plywood sign promising that looters will be shot, and Hope would point out a convenience store with all the plate glass smashed leaving empty shelves visible inside. Approaching the parish line they could see ahead a blockade of police vehicles, lights flashing. Flowers had his badge ready in his hand. “Where are those guys from?” Tubby asked. One of the police cars was maroon with a white roof; the other was white. “Beats me. Hello, officer,” Flowers said through the open window. He slowed and prepared to stop. The middle-aged cop waved them through. “Lexington, Kentucky, Sheriff’s Department,” Tubby read as they passed. “They didn’t seem too interested in us.” “I guess we don’t look like looters,” Christine suggested. “What’s a looter look like?” They crossed the railroad tracks, and they were in. The city was drab, and trash was strewn everywhere. They stuck to the levee road, carefully navigating around pieces of tin and roof shingles, until they reached St.
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