Club Dead - By Charlaine Harris Page 0,93

guy who was talking like I wasn’t in the room. And most importantly, this was the guy who’d had another “darling,” for whom he’d planned to leave me flat.

“So the Weres may not know she was your girlfriend; they only know she was staying in the apartment with Alcide when Jerry disappeared. They know Jerry may have come by the apartment. This Alcide says that the packmaster in Jackson told Alcide to leave and not return for a while, but that he believed Alcide had not killed Jerry.”

“This Alcide . . . he seemed to have a troubled relationship with his girlfriend.”

“She is engaged to someone else. She believes he is attached to Sookie.”

“And is he? He has the gall to tell this virago Debbie that Sookie is good in bed.”

“He wanted to make her jealous. He has not slept with Sookie.”

“But he likes her.” Bill made it sound like a capital crime.

“Doesn’t everyone?”

I said, with great effort, “You just killed a bunch of guys who didn’t seem to like me at all.” I was tired of them talking about me right above my head, as illuminating as it was. I was hurting real bad, and my living room was full of dead men. I was ready for both those situations to be remedied.

“Bill, how’d you get here?” I asked in a raspy whisper.

“My car. I negotiated a deal with Russell, since I didn’t want to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my existence. Russell was in a tantrum when I called him. Not only had I disappeared and Lorena vanished, but his hired Weres had disobeyed him and thus jeopardized business dealings Russell has with this Alcide and his father.”

“Who was Russell angriest with?” Eric asked.

“Lorena, for letting me escape.”

They had a good laugh over that one before Bill continued his story. Those vamps. A laugh a minute.

“Russell agreed to return my car and leave me alone if I would tell him how I’d escaped, so he could plug the hole I’d wiggled out of. And he asked me to put in a bid for him to share in the vampire directory.”

If Russell had just done that in the first place, it would have saved everyone a lot of grief. On the other hand, Lorena would still be alive. So would the thugs who’d beaten me, and perhaps so would Jerry Falcon, whose death was still a mystery.

“So,” Bill continued, “I sped down the highway, on the way to tell you two that the Weres and their hired hands were pursuing you, and that they had gone ahead to lie in wait. They had discovered, via the computer, that Alcide’s girlfriend Sookie Stackhouse lived in Bon Temps.”

“These computers are dangerous things,” Eric said. His voice sounded weary, and I remembered the blood on his clothes. Eric had been shot twice, because he’d been with me.

“Her face is swelling,” Bill said. His voice was both gentle and angry.

“Eric okay?” I asked wearily, figuring I could skip a few words if I got the idea across.

“I will heal,” he said, from a great distance. “Especially since having all that good . . .”

And then I fell asleep, or passed out, or some blend of the two.

SUNSHINE.IT HADbeen so long since I’d seen sunshine; I’d almost forgotten how good it looked.

I was in my own bed, and I was in my soft blue brushed-nylon nightgown, and I was wrapped up like a mummy. I really, really had to get up and get to the bathroom. Once I moved enough to establish how awful walking was going to be, only my bladder compelled me to get out of that bed.

I took tiny steps across the floor, which suddenly seemed as wide and empty as the desert. I covered it inch by painful inch. My toenails were still painted bronze, to match my nails. I had a lot of time to look at my toes as I made my journey.

Thank God I had indoor plumbing. If I’d had to make it into the yard to an outhouse, as my grandmother had as a child, I would’ve given up.

When I had completed my journey and pulled on a fleecy blue robe, I inched my way down the hall to the living room to examine the floor. I noticed along the way that the sun outside was brilliant and the sky was the deep rich blue of heaven. It was forty-two, said the thermometer Jason had given me on my birthday. He’d mounted