into the Isle of Capri Casino for an hour of amazed staring, and some tentative slot machine feeding. It had been a very happy day for my grandmother, almost as happy a time as the evening she’d inveigled Bill into speaking at the Descendants meeting.

“Why did she want him to do that?” Alcide asked. He was smiling at my description of our supper stop at a Cracker Barrel.

“Bill’s a vet,” I said. “An Army vet, not an animal-doctor vet.”

“So?” After a beat, he said, “You mean your boyfriend is a veteran of theCivil War ?”

“Yeah. He was human then. He wasn’t brought over until after the war. He had a wife and children.” I could hardly keep calling him my boyfriend, since he’d been on the verge of leaving me for someone else.

“Who made him a vampire?” Alcide asked. We were in Jackson now, and he was making his way downtown to the apartment his company maintained.

“I don’t know,” I said. “He doesn’t talk about it.”

“That seems a little strange to me.”

Actually, it seemed a little strange to me, too; but I figured it was something really personal, and when Bill wanted to tell me about it, he would. The relationship was very strong, I knew, between the older vampire and the one he’d “brought over.”

“I guess he really isn’t my boyfriend anymore,” I admitted. Though “boyfriend” seemed a pretty pale term for what Bill had been to me.

“Oh, yeah?”

I flushed. I shouldn’t have said anything. “But I still have to find him.”

We were silent for a while after that. The last city I’d visited had been Dallas, and it was easy to see that Jackson was nowhere close to that size. (That was a big plus, as far as I was concerned.) Alcide pointed out the golden figure on the dome of the new capitol, and I admired it appropriately. I thought it was an eagle, but I wasn’t sure, and I was a little embarrassed to ask. Did I need glasses? The building we were going to was close to the corner of High and State streets. It was not a new building; the brick had started out a golden tan, and now it was a grimy light brown.

“The apartments here are larger than they are in new buildings,” Alcide said. “There’s a small guest bedroom. Everything should be all ready for us. We use the apartment cleaning service.”

I nodded silently. I could not remember if I’d ever been in an apartment building before. Then I realized I had, of course. There was a two-story U-shaped apartment building in Bon Temps. I had surely visited someone there; in the past seven years, almost every single person in Bon Temps had rented a place in Kingfisher Apartments at some point in his or her dating career.

Alcide’s apartment, he told me, was on the top floor, the fifth. You drove in from the street down a ramp to park. There was a guard at the garage entrance, standing in a little booth. Alcide showed him a plastic pass. The heavyset guard, who had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, barely glanced at the card Alcide held out before he pressed a button to raise the barrier. I wasn’t too impressed with the security. I felt like I could whip that guy, myself. My brother, Jason, could pound him into the pavement.

We scrambled out of the truck and retrieved our bags from the rudimentary backseat. My hanging bag had fared pretty well. Without asking me, Alcide took my small suitcase. He led the way to a central block in the parking area, and I saw a gleaming elevator door. He punched the button, and it opened immediately. The elevator creaked its way up after Alcide punched the button marked with a5 . At least the elevator was very clean, and when the door swished open, so were the carpet and the hall beyond.

“They went condo, so we bought the place,” Alcide said, as if it was no big deal. Yes, he and his dad had made some money. There were four apartments per floor, Alcide told me.

“Who are your neighbors?”

“Two state senators own 501, and I’m sure they’ve gone home for the holiday season,” he said. “Mrs. Charles Osburgh the Third lives in 502, with her nurse. Mrs. Osburgh was a grand old lady until the past year. I don’t think she can walk anymore. Five-oh-three is empty right now, unless the realtor sold it this past two weeks.” He