Club Dead - By Charlaine Harris Page 0,66
them.
When I was able to think of anything else, I noticed vaguely that Eric’s expression was a bewildering blend of things: pleasure, regret, anger, satisfaction. Bubba just looked happy.
“Where is he?” My voice didn’t even sound like my own.
“There’s a big building in back of here, like a four-car garage, but it’s got apartments on top of it and a room to the side.”
Russell liked to keep his help handy.
“Are there other buildings? Could I get confused?”
“There’s a swimming pool, Miss Sookie, and it’s got a little building right by it for people to change into their bathing suits. And there’s a great big toolshed, I think that’s what it’s for, but it’s separate from the garage.”
Eric said, “What part of the garage is he being kept in?”
Bubba said, “The room to the right side. I think maybe the garage used to be stables, and the room is where they kept the saddles and stuff. It isn’t too big.”
“How many are in there with him?” Eric was asking some good questions. I could not get over Bubba’s assurance that Bill was still alive and that I was very close to him.
“They got three in there right now, Mr. Eric, two men and one woman. All three are vamps. She’s the one with the knife.”
I shrank inside myself. “Knife,” I said.
“Yes’m, she’s cut him up pretty bad.”
This was no time to falter. I’d been priding myself on my lack of squeamishness earlier. This was the moment to prove I’d been telling the truth to myself.
“He’s held out this long,” I said.
“He has,” Eric agreed. “Sookie, I will go to get a car. I’ll try to park it back there by the stables.”
“Do you think they’ll let you back in?”
“If I take Bernard with me.”
“Bernard?”
“The little one.” Eric smiled at me, and his own smile was a little lopsided.
“You mean . . . Oh, if you take Curly with you, they’ll let you back in because he lives here?”
“Yes. But I may have to stay here. With him.”
“You couldn’t, ah, get out of it?”
“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t want to be caught here, rising, when they discover Bill is gone, and you with him.”
“Miss Sookie, they’ll put werewolves to guarding him during the day.”
We both looked at Bubba simultaneously.
“Those werewolves that have been on your trail? They’ll be guarding Bill when the vamps go to sleep.”
“But tonight is the full moon,” I said. “They’ll be worn out when it’s their turn to take over. If they show up at all.”
Eric looked at me with some surprise. “You’re right, Sookie. This is the best opportunity we’re going to get.”
We talked it over some more; perhaps I could act very weak and hole up in the house, waiting for a human ally of Eric’s to arrive from Shreveport. Eric said he would call the minute he got out of the immediate area, on his cell phone.
Eric said, “Maybe Alcide could lend a hand tomorrow morning.”
I have to admit, I was tempted by the idea of calling him in again. Alcide was big and tough and competent, and something hidden and weak in me suggested that surely Alcide would be able to manage everything better than I would. But my conscience gave an enormous twinge. Alcide, I argued, could not be involved further. He’d done his job. He had to deal with these people in a business way, and it would ruin him if Russell figured out his part in the escape of Bill Compton.
We couldn’t spend any more time in discussion, because it lacked only two hours until dawn. With a lot of details still loose, Eric went to find Curly—Bernard—and coyly request his company on an errand to obtain a car I assumed he intended to rent, and what car rental place would be open at this hour was a mystery to me, but Eric didn’t seem to anticipate any trouble. I tried to dismiss my doubts from my mind. Bubba agreed to go over Russell’s wall again, as he’d entered, and find a place to go to ground for the day. Only the fact that this was the night of the full moon had saved Bubba’s life, Eric said, and I was willing to believe it. The vampire guarding the gate might be good, but he couldn’t be everywhere.
My job was to play weak until day, when the vampires would retire, and then somehow get Bill out of the stable and into the trunk of the car Eric would provide. They’d have