Temps. Life would be wonderfully trouble-free. Except, of course, for dealing with my unfaithful boyfriend, finding out if the werewolf’s body we’d disposed of in Bon Temps had been found, waiting to hear the same about the werewolf who’d been stuffed in Alcide’s closet, and waiting for the reaction of the queen of Louisiana to Bill’s indiscretion with Lorena. His verbal indiscretion: I didn’t think for one minute that she would care about his sexual activities.
Other than that, we were hunky-dory.
“Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof,” I told myself. That had been Gran’s favorite Bible quotation. When I was about nine, I’d asked her to explain that to me, and she’d said, “Don’t go looking for trouble; it’s already looking for you.”
Bearing that in mind, I cleared my mental decks. My next goal was simply to get back to Jackson and the shelter of the garage. I followed the instructions the kind woman had given me, and I had the relief of entering Jackson within a half hour.
I knew if I could find the state capitol, I could find Alcide’s apartment building. I hadn’t allowed for one-way streets, and I hadn’t been paying awful close attention to directions when Alcide gave me my little tour of downtown Jackson. But there aren’t that many five-story buildings in the whole state of Mississippi, even in the capital. After a tense period of cruising, I spotted it.
Now, I thought,all my troubles will be over . Isn’t it dumb to think that? Ever?
I pulled into the area by the little guard cubicle, where you had to wait to be recognized while the guy flipped the switch, or punched the button, or whatever made the barrier lift up. I was terrified he might deny me entrance because I didn’t have a special sticker, like Alcide did on his truck.
The man wasn’t there. The cubicle was empty. Surely that was wrong? I frowned, wondering what to do. But here the guard came, in his heavy brown uniform, trudging up the ramp. When he saw I was waiting, he looked stricken, and hurried up to the car. I sighed. I would have to talk to him after all. I pushed the button that would lower my window.
“I’m sorry I was away from my post,” he said instantly. “I had to, ah . . . personal needs.”
I had a little leverage here.
“I had to go borrow me a car,” I said. “Can I get a temporary sticker?” I looked at him in a way that clued him in to my mindset. That look said, “Don’t hassle me about getting the sticker, and I won’t say a word about you leaving your post.”
“Yes, ma’am. That’s apartment 504?”
“You have a wonderful memory,” I said, and his seamed face flushed.
“Part of the job,” he said nonchalantly, and handed me a laminated number that I stuck on the dashboard. “If you’ll just hand that in when you leave for good, please? Or if you plan on staying, you’ll have to fill out a form we can have on file, and we’ll give you a sticker. Actually,” he said, stumbling a little, embarrassed, “Mr. Herveaux will have to fill it out, as the property owner.”
“Sure,” I said. “No problem.” I gave him a cheery wave, and he retreated to the cubicle to raise the barrier.
I drove into the dark parking garage, feeling that rush of relief that follows clearing a major hurdle.
Reaction set in. I was shaking all over when I took the keys out of the ignition. I thought I saw Alcide’s pickup over a couple of rows, but I had parked as deeply in the garage as I could—in the darkest corner, away from all the other cars, as it happened. This was as far as I had planned. I had no idea what to do next. I hadn’t really believed I would get this far. I leaned back in the comfortable seat just for a minute, to relax and stop shaking before I got out. I’d had the heater on full blast during my drive from the mansion, so it was toasty warm inside the car.
When I woke up, I’d been asleep for hours.
The car was cold, and I was colder, despite the stolen quilted jacket. I got out of the driver’s seat stiffly, stretching and bending to relieve cramped joints.
Maybe I should check on Bill. He had gotten rolled around in the trunk, I was sure, and I needed to make sure he was covered.
Actually, I just