Dead as a doornail - By Charlaine Harris Page 0,43

said the doctor, studying Charles’s white face with the same careful attention she’d given mine. The doctor was in her thirties, I thought; a woman slim to the point of skinny, with very short red hair. She was about five foot three, and she had elfin features, or at least the kind I’d always thought of as elfin: a short, turned-up nose, wide eyes, large mouth. Her words were both dry and bold, and she didn’t seem at all disconcerted by or excited at being called out in the middle of the night for something like this. She must be the parish coroner, so I must have voted for her, but I couldn’t recall her name.

“Who are you?” Claudine asked in her sweetest voice.

The doctor blinked at the vision of Claudine. Claudine, at this ungodly hour of the morning, was in full makeup and a fuchsia knit top with black knit leggings. Her shoes were fuchsia and black striped, and her jacket was, too. Claudine’s black rippling hair was held off her face with fuchsia combs.

“I’m Dr. Tonnesen. Linda. Who are you?”

“Claudine Crane,” the fairy said. I’d never known the last name Claudine used.

“And why were you here on the spot, Ms. Crane?” Andy Bellefleur asked.

“I’m Sookie’s fairy godmother,” Claudine said, laughing. Though the scene was grim, everyone else laughed, too. It was like we just couldn’t stop being cheerful around Claudine. But I wondered very much about Claudine’s explanation.

“No, really,” Bud Dearborn said. “Why are you here, Ms. Crane?”

Claudine smiled impishly. “I was spending the night with Sookie,” she said, winking.

In a second, we were the objects of fascinated scrutiny from every male within hearing, and I had to lock down my head as if it were a maximum-security prison to block the mental images the guys were broadcasting.

Andy shook himself, closed his mouth, and squatted by the dead man. “Bud, I’m going to roll him,” he said a little hoarsely, and turned the corpse so he could feel inside the dead man’s pockets. The man’s wallet proved to be in his jacket, which seemed a little unusual to me. Andy straightened and stepped away from the body to examine the billfold’s contents.

“You want to have a look, see if you recognize him?” Sheriff Dearborn asked me. Of course I didn’t, but I also saw that I really didn’t have a choice. Nervously, I inched a little closer and looked again at the face of the dead man. He still looked ordinary. He still looked dead. He might be in his thirties. “I don’t know him,” I said, my voice small in the din of the firefighters and the water pouring onto the house.

“What?” Bud Dearborn was having trouble hearing me. His round brown eyes were locked onto my face.

“Don’t know him!” I said, almost yelling. “I’ve never seen him, that I remember. Claudine?”

I don’t know why I asked Claudine.

“Oh, yes, I’ve seen him,” she said cheerfully.

That attracted the undivided attention of the two vampires, the two lawmen, the doctor, and me.

“Where?”

Claudine threw her arm around my shoulders. “Why, he was in Merlotte’s tonight. You were too worried about your friend to notice, I guess. He was over in the side of the room where I was sitting.” Arlene had been working that side.

It wasn’t too amazing that I’d missed one male face in a crowded bar. But it did bother me that I’d been listening in to people’s thoughts and I’d missed out on thoughts that must have been relevant to me. After all, he was in the bar with me, and a few hours later he’d set fire to my house. He must have been mulling me over, right?

“This driver’s license says he’s from Little Rock, Arkansas,” Andy said.

“That wasn’t what he told me,” Claudine said. “He said he was from Georgia.” She looked just as radiant when she realized he’d lied to her, but she wasn’t smiling. “He said his name was Marlon.”

“Did he tell you why he was in town, Ms. Crane?”

“He said he was just passing through, had a motel room up on the interstate.”

“Did he explain any further?”

“Nope.”

“Did you go to his motel, Ms. Crane?” Bud Dearborn asked in his best nonjudgmental voice.

Dr. Tonnesen was looking from speaker to speaker as if she was at a verbal tennis match.

“Gosh, no, I don’t do things like that.” Claudine smiled all around.

Bill looked as if someone had just waved a bottle of blood in front of his face. His fangs extended, and his eyes fixed