SMELLS LIKE MEAN SPIRITS Half of a Deputy Federal Marshal was pulled out of a New Orleans swamp, and Longarm's sent to pick up the scent--undercover, of course. At first, the city is a regular Mardi Gras of Maryland rye, Louisiana cooking, and the steamy French sheets of Miss Annie Clement. But like good weather, it don't last. Seems the truth is uglier than a gulch town madam. There's smugglers--lots of them. Smellier than a low tide lunch and more than happy to kill a man several times over just for bathing. And there's the matter of a mysterious Cajun beauty named Claudette. She may know something about a real mystery...like the voodoo doll made in the likeness of a Deputy Federal Marshal.