From Dead To Worse ss(v-8

by Шарлин Харрис

  Elvira was definitely a newbie. Or maybe I was getting kind of arrogant. I was irritated with "Elvira." "Listen," I said, trying to sound pleasant. "You get Eric on the phone in two minutes or he'll be mighty unhappy with you."

  "Well," Elvira said. "You don't have to be a bitch about it."

  "Evidently I do."

  "I'm putting you on hold," Elvira said viciously. I glanced at the employee door of the bar. I needed to hustle.

  Click. "This is Eric," he said. "Is this my former lover?"

  Okay, even that made things inside me thud and shiver in excitement. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said, proud of how unshaken I sounded. "Listen, Eric, for what it's worth, I had a visit today from a New Orleans bigwig named Copley Carmichael. He'd been involved with Sophie-Anne in some business negotiations about rebuilding the headquarters. He wants to establish a relationship with the new regime." I took a deep breath. "Are you okay?" I asked, negating in one plaintive question all my cultivated indifference.

  "Yes," he said, his voice intensely personal. "Yes, I am . . . coping with this. We are very, very lucky we were in a position to . . . We're very lucky."

  I let out my breath very softly so he wouldn't pick up on it. Of course, he would anyway. I can't say I'd been on pins and needles wondering how things were going with the vampires, but I hadn't been resting very easy, either. "Okay, very good," I said briskly. "Now, about Copley. Is there anyone around who'd like to hook up with him about the construction stuff?"

  "Is he in the area?"

  "I don't know. He was here this morning. I can ask."

  "The vampire I am working with now would probably be the right woman for him to approach. She could meet him at your bar or here at Fangtasia."

  "Okay. I'm sure he'd do either one."

  "Let me know. He needs to call here to set up an appointment. He should ask for Sandy."

  I laughed. "Sandy, huh?"

  "Yes," he said, sounding grim enough to sober me in a hurry. "She is not a bit funny, Sookie."

  "Okay, okay, I get it. Let me call his daughter, she'll call him, he'll call Fangtasia, it'll all get set up, and I've done my favor for him."

  "This is Amelia's father?"

  "Yes. He's a jerk," I said. "But he's her dad, and I guess he knows his building stuff."

  "I lay in front of your fire and talked to you about your life," he said.

  Okay, way out of left field. "Uh. Yeah. We did that."

  "I remember our shower together."

  "We did that, too."

  "We did so many things."

  "Ah . . . yeah. Okay."

  "In fact, if I didn't have so much to do here in Shreveport, I would be tempted to visit you all by myself to remind you how much you enjoyed those things."

  "If memory serves," I said sharply, "you kind of enjoyed them, too."

  "Oh, yes."

  "Eric, I really need to go. I got to get to work." Or spontaneously combust, whichever came first.

  "Good-bye." He could make even that sound sexy.

  "Good-bye." I didn't.

  It took me a second to gather my thoughts back together. I was remembering things I'd tried hard to forget. The days Eric had stayed with me—well, the nights—we'd done a lot of talking and a lot of sexing. And it had been wonderful. The companionship. The sex. The laughing. The sex. The conversations. The . . . well.

  Somehow going in to serve beers seemed drab, all of a sudden.

  But that was my job, and I owed it to Sam to show up and work. I trudged in, stowed my purse, and nodded to Sam as I tapped Holly on the shoulder to tell her I was here to take over. We switched shifts for the change and convenience but mostly because the night tips were higher. Holly was glad to see me because she had a date that night with Hoyt. They were going to a movie and dinner in Shreveport. She'd gotten a teenager to babysit Cody. She was telling me this as I was getting it from her contented brain, and I had to work hard not to get confused. That showed me how rattled I'd been by my conversation with Eric.

  I was really busy for about thirty minutes, making sure everyone was well-supplied with drinks and food. I caught a moment to call Amelia soon after that to relay Eric's message, and she told me that she'd call her dad the minute she hung up. "Thanks, Sook," she said. "Again, you're a great roomie."

  I hoped she'd think of that when she and Octavia were devising a magical solution to my Tanya problem.

  Claudine came into Merlotte's that evening, raising male pulses as she sauntered to the bar. She was wearing a green silk blouse, black pants, and black high-heeled boots. That made her at least six foot one, I estimated. To my amazement, her twin brother, Claude, trailed in after her. The racing pulses spread to the opposite sex with the speed of wildfire. Claude, whose hair was as black as Claudine's, though not as long, was as lovely a hunk as ever posed in a Calvin Klein ad. Claude was wearing a masculine version of Claudine's outfit, and he'd tied his hair back with a leather thong. He was also wearing very "guy" boots. Since he stripped at a club in Monroe on ladies' night, Claude knew exactly how to smile at women, though he wasn't interested in them. I take that back. He was interested in how much money they had in their purses.

  The twins had never come in together; in fact, I didn't recall Claude setting foot in Merlotte's before. He had his own place to run, his own fish to fry.

  Of course I went over to say hi, and I got a comprehensive hug from Claudine. To my amazement, Claude followed suit. I figured he was playing to the audience, which was pretty much the whole bar. Even Sam was goggling; together, the fairy twins were overwhelming.

  We stood at the bar with me sandwiched between them, each with an arm around me, and I heard brains light up all around the room with little fantasies, some of which startled even me, and I've seen the most bizarre things people can imagine. Yep, it's all there for lucky me to see in living color.

  "We bring you greetings from our grandfather," Claude said. His voice was so quiet and liquid that I was sure no one else would be able to hear it. Possibly Sam could, but he was always good for discretion.

  "He wonders why you haven't called," Claudine said, "especially considering the events of the other night, in Shreveport."

  "Well, that was over with," I said, surprised. "Why tell him about something that had already turned out okay? You were there. But I did try to call him the other night."

  "It rang once," Claudine murmured.

  "However, a certain person broke my phone so I couldn't complete the call. He told me it was the wrong thing to do, that it would start a war. I lived through that, too. So that was okay."

  "You need to talk to Niall, tell him the whole story," Claudine said. She smiled across the room at Catfish Hennessy, who put his beer mug down on the table so hard that it slopped over. "Now that Niall's made himself known to you, he wants you to confide in him."

  "Why can't he pick up the phone like everyone else in the world?"

  "He doesn't spend all his time in this world," Claude said. "There are still places for only our kind."

  "Very small places," Claudine said longingly. "But very special."

  I was glad to have kin, and I was always glad to see Claudine, who was literally my lifesaver. But the two sibs together were a little overpowering, overwhelming—and when they stood so close with me crowded between them (even Sam was having a visual from that), their sweet smell, the smell that made them so intoxicating to vampires, was drowning my poor nose.

  "Look," Claude said, mildly amused. "I think we have company."

  Arlene was sidling nearer, looking at Claude as if she'd spied a whole plate of barbecue and onion rings. "Who's your friend, Sookie?" she asked.

  "This is Claude," I said. "He's my distant cousin."

  "Well, Claude, nice to meet ya," Arlene said.

  She had some nerve, considering the way she felt about me now and how she'd treated me since she'd started going to the Fellowship of the Sun services.

  Claude looked massively uninterested. He nodded.


  Arlene had expected more, and after a moment of silence, she pretended to hear someone from one of her tables calling her. "Gotta go get a pitcher!" she said brightly, and bustled off. I saw her bend over a table, talking very seriously to a couple of guys I didn't know.

  "It's always good to see you two, but Iam at work," I said. "So, did you just come to tell me my . . . that Niall wants to know why I called once and hung up?"

  "And never called thereafter to explain," Claudine said. She bent down to kiss my cheek. "Please call him tonight when you get off work."

  "Okay," I said. "I still wish he'd called me himself to ask." Messengers were all well and good, but the phone was quicker. And I'd like to hear his voice. No matter where my great-grandfather might be, he could wink back into this world to call if he really was that taxed about my safety.

  I thought he could, anyway.

  Of course, I didn't know what being a fairy prince entailed. Write that down under "problems I know I'll never face."

  After another round of hugs and kisses, the twins sauntered out of the bar, and many wistful eyes followed them on their progress out the door.

  "Hoo, Sookie, you got some hot friends!" Catfish Hennessy called, and there was a general tide of agreement.

  "I've seen that guy at a club in Monroe. Doesn't he strip?" said a nurse named Debi Murray who worked at the hospital in nearby Clarice. She was sitting with a couple of other nurses.

  "Yeah," I said. "He owns the club, too."

  "Looksand loot," said one of the other nurses. Her name was Beverly something. "I'm taking my daughter next ladies' night. She just broke up with a real loser."

  "Well..." I debated explaining that Claude wouldn't be interested in anyone's daughter, then decided that wasn't my responsibility. "Have a good time," I said instead.

  Since I'd taken time out with my sort-of cousins, I had to hustle to sweeten everyone up. Though they hadn't had my attention during the visit, they had had the entertainment of the twins, so no one was really miffed.

  Toward the end of my shift, Copley Carmichael walked in.

  He looked funny alone. I assumed Marley was waiting in the car.

  In his beautiful suit and with his expensive haircut, he didn't exactly fit in, but I got to give him credit: he acted like he came into places like Merlotte's all the time. I happened to be standing by Sam, who was mixing a bourbon and Coke for one of my tables. I explained to Sam who the stranger was.

  I delivered the drink and nodded at an empty table. Mr. Carmichael took the hint and settled in.

  "Hey! Can I get you a drink, Mr. Carmichael?" I said.

  "Please get me a single malt scotch," he said. "Whatever you've got will be fine. I'm meeting someone here, Sookie, thanks to your phone call. You just tell me the next time you need anything, and I'll do everything in my power to make it happen."

  "Not necessary, Mr. Carmichael."

  "Please, call me Cope."

  "Um-hmmm. Okay, let me get your scotch."

  I didn't know a single malt scotch from a hole in the ground, but Sam did, of course, and he gave me a shining clean glass with a very respectable shot of it. I serve liquor, but I seldom drink it. Most folks around here drink the real obvious stuff: beer, bourbon and Coke, gin and tonic, Jack Daniel's.

  I set the drink and cocktail napkin on the table in front of Mr. Carmichael, and I returned with a little bowl of snack mix.

  Then I left him alone, because I had other people to tend to. But I kept track of him. I noticed Sam was keeping a careful eye on Amelia's dad, too. But everyone else was too involved in their own conversations and their own drinking to give much mind to the stranger, one not nearly as interesting as Claude and Claudine.

  In a moment when I wasn't looking, a vampire joined Cope. I don't think anyone else knew what she was. She was a real recent vamp, by which I mean she'd died in the past fifty years, and she had prematurely silver hair that was cut in a modest chin-length style. She was small, maybe five foot two, and she was round and firm in all the right places. She was wearing little silver-rimmed glasses that were sheer affectation, because I'd never met a vampire whose eyesight wasn't absolutely perfect and in fact sharper than any human's.

  "Can I get you some blood?" I asked.

  Her eyes were like lasers. Once she was really giving you her attention, you were sorry.

  "You're the woman Sookie," she said.

  I didn't see any need to affirm what she was so sure of. I waited.

  "A glass of TrueBlood, please," she said. "Quite warm. And I'd like to meet your boss, if you would fetch him."

  Like Sam was a bone. Nonetheless, she was a customer and I was a barmaid. So I heated a TrueBlood for her and told Sam he was wanted.

  "I'll be there in a minute," he said, because he was getting a tray of drinks ready for Arlene.

  I nodded and took the blood over to the vampire.

  "Thank you," she said civilly. "I'm Sandy Sechrest, the new area rep for the King of Louisiana."

  I had no idea where Sandy had grown up, but it had been in the United States and had not been in the south. "Pleased to meet you," I said, but not with a whole lot of enthusiasm. Area rep? Wasn't that what sheriffs were, among their other functions? What did that mean for Eric?

  At that moment Sam came to the table, and I left because I didn't want to look inquisitive. Besides, I could probably pick it up from his brain later if Sam chose not to tell me what the new vampire wanted. He was good at blocking, but he had to make a special effort to do it.

  The three engaged in a conversation for a couple of minutes, then Sam excused himself to get back behind the bar.

  I glanced at the vampire and the mogul from time to time in case they needed something more to drink, but neither of them indicated a thirst. They were talking very seriously, and both of them were adept at maintaining a poker face. I didn't care enough to try to latch onto Mr. Carmichael's thoughts, and of course Sandy Sechrest was a blank to me.

  The rest of the night was the usual stuff. I didn't even notice when the new king's rep and Mr. Carmichael left. Then it was time to close everything out and get my tables ready for Terry Bellefleur to come in and clean early in the morning. By the time I really looked around me, everyone was gone but Sam and me.

  "Hey, you through?" he said.

  "Yeah," I said after another look around.

  "You got a minute?"

  I always had a minute for Sam.

  Chapter 16

  He sat in the chair behind his desk and tilted it back at the usual dangerous angle. I sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk, the one with the most padding in the seat. Most of the lights in the building were out except the one that stayed on over the bar area and the one in Sam's office. The building rang with silence after the cacophony of voices rising over the jukebox and the sounds of cooking, washing, footsteps.

  "That Sandy Sechrest," he said. "She's got a whole new job."

  "Yeah? What the king's rep supposed to do?"

  "Well, as far as I can tell, she'll travel the state pretty much constantly, seeing if the citizens have problems with any vampires, seeing if the sheriffs have everything in order and under control in their own fiefs, and reporting in to the king. She's like an undead troubleshooter."

  "Oh." I thought that over. I couldn't see that the job would detract from Eric's. If Eric was okay, his crew would be okay. Other than that, I didn't care what the vampires did. "So, she decided to meet you because...?"

  "She understood I had associations in the regional supernatural community," Sam said dryly. "She wanted me to know she was available to consult in the event ‘problems arose.' I have her business card." He held it up. I don't know if I expected it to drip with blood or what, but it was only a regular business card.

  "Okay." I shrugged.

  "What did Claudine and her brother want?" Sam asked.

  I was feeling very bad about concealing my new great-grandfather from Sam, but Niall had told me to keep him a secr
et. "She hadn't heard from me since the fight in Shreveport," I said. "She just wanted to check up, and she got Claude to come with her."

  Sam looked at me a little sharply but he didn't comment. "Maybe," he said after a minute, "this will be a long era of peace.

  Maybe we can just work in the bar and nothing will happen in the supe community. I'm hoping so, because the time is coming closer and closer when the Weres are going to go public."

  "You think it's soon?" I had no idea how America would react to the news that vampires were not the only things out there in the night. "You think all the other shifters will announce the same night?"

  "We'll have to," Sam said. "We're talking on our website about it."

  Sam did have a life that was unknown to me. That sparked a thought. I hesitated, then plowed ahead. There were too many questions in my own life. I wanted to get at least some of them answered.

  "How'd you come to settle here?" I asked.

  "I'd passed through the area," he said. "I was in the army for four years."

  "You were?" I couldn't believe I hadn't known that.

  "Yeah," he said. "I didn't know what I wanted to do in my life, so I joined when I was eighteen. My mom cried and my dad swore since I'd been accepted to a college, but I'd made up my mind. I was about the stubbornest teenager on the planet."

  "Where'd you grow up?"

  "At least partly in Wright, Texas," he said. "Outside of Fort Worth. Way outside of Fort Worth. It wasn't any bigger than Bon Temps. We moved around all during my childhood, though, because my dad was in the service himself. He got out when I was about fourteen, and my mom's family was in Wright, so that's where we went."

  "Was it hard settling down after moving so much?" I'd never lived anywhere but Bon Temps.

  "It was great," he said. "I was so ready to stay in one place. I hadn't realized how hard it would be to find my own niche in a group of kids who'd grown up together, but I was able to take care of myself. I played baseball and basketball, so I found my place. Then I joined the army. Go figure."

  I was fascinated. "Are your mom and dad still in Wright?" I asked. "It must have been hard for him in the military, with him being a shifter." Since Sam was a shapeshifter, I knew without him having to tell me that he was the first-born child of pure-blooded shapeshifters.