queen’s lawyer,” I said, in an even quieter voice. Though tolerant of vampires in general, the citizens of Bon Temps might get a little excitable if they knew that their state had a vampire queen, and that her secret government affected them in many ways. On the other hand, given the disrepute of Louisiana politics, they might just think it was business as usual.
“You’re going to clean out Hadley’s apartment?”
I’d told Sam about my cousin’s second, and final, death.
“Yes. And I need to find out about whatever she left me.”
“This seems real sudden.” Sam looked troubled. He ran a hand over his curly red-gold hair until it stood out from his head in a wild halo. He needed a haircut.
“Yes, to me, too. Mr. Cataliades tried to tell me earlier, but the messenger was killed.”
I heard Andy yelling at the television as some big play roused his excitement. Strange, I’d never thought of Andy as a sports guy, or JB either, for that matter. I’d never added up all the time I’d heard men thinking about assists and three-pointers when the women with them were talking about the need for new kitchen drapes or Rudy’s bad grade in algebra. When I did add it up, I wondered if the purpose of sports wasn’t to give guys a safe alternative to thornier issues.
“You shouldn’t go,” Sam said instantly. “It sounds like it could be dangerous.”
I shrugged. “I have to,” I said. “Hadley left it to me; I have to do it.” I was far from as calm as I was trying to look, but it didn’t seem to me like it would do any good to kick and scream about it.
Sam began to speak, then reconsidered. Finally, he said, “Is this about money, Sook? Do you need the money she left you?”
“Sam, I don’t know if Hadley had a penny to her name. She was my cousin, and I have to do this for her. Besides . . .” I was on the verge of telling him the trip to New Orleans had to be important in some way, since someone was trying so hard to keep me from going.
But Sam tended to be a worrier, especially if I was involved, and I didn’t want to get him all worked up when nothing he could say would dissuade me from going. I don’t think of myself as a stubborn person, but I figured this was the last service I could perform for my cousin.
“What about taking Jason?” Sam suggested, taking my hand. “He was Hadley’s cousin, too.”
“Evidently, he and Hadley were on the outs toward the end,” I said. “That’s why she left her stuff to me. Besides, Jason’s got a lot on his plate right now.”
“What, something besides bossing Hoyt around and screwing every woman who’ll stand still long enough?”
I stared at Sam. I’d known he was not a big fan of my brother’s, but I hadn’t known his dislike went this deep.
“Yes, actually,” I said, my voice as cold and frosty as a beer mug. I wasn’t about to explain my brother’s girlfriend’s miscarriage while I was standing on a doorstep, especially given Sam’s antagonism.
Sam looked away, shaking his head in disgust with himself. “I’m sorry, Sookie, I’m really sorry. I just think Jason should pay more attention to the only sister he’s got. You’re so loyal to him.”
“Well, he wouldn’t let anything happen to me,” I said, bewildered. “Jason would stand up for me.”
Before Sam said, “Of course,” I caught the flicker of doubt in his mind.
“I have to go pack,” I said. I hated to walk away. No matter his feelings about Jason, Sam was important to me, and leaving him with this unhappiness between us shook me a bit. But I could hear the men roaring at some play inside the trailer, and I knew I had to let him get back to his guests and his Sunday afternoon pleasure. He gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Call me if you need me,” he said, and he looked as if he wanted to say a lot more. I nodded, turned away, and went down the steps to my car.
“Bill, you said you wanted to go to New Orleans with me when I went to close out Hadley’s estate?” Finally it was full dark, and I was able to call Bill. Selah Pumphrey had answered the phone and called Bill to talk to me in a very chilly voice.