A private eye series set in steamy, unforgettable New Orleans, featuring jaded, hard-drinking ex-policeman David Melancon and his inexperienced youngster partner, Felix Herbert, is always welcome, and “Roots of Misfortune,” the second instalment, rattles along from a funky start to a blood-soaked climax. Young girls are going missing and the reek of voodoo is in the air. The plotting is tight, if a touch predictable, and the evolving cast of characters works well. The occult flavor of the tale is atmospherically unfolded. Author Seth Pevey writes in a slightly self-conscious style that suits the story. All up, an enjoyable read.