All Together Dead

standing with it in her hand.”
    “Tell her to put it down,” advised the invisible Clovache with the simplicity of one who was stating an obvious fact.
    Behind Batanya, the King of Kentucky was beginning to look very nervous. Batanya glanced over her shoulder at him. “Get a bomb team up here from the local policing unit,” Batanya said to Clovache. “I’m bringing the king back down.”
    “The tiger is here, too,” Clovache said. “She is his woman.”
    Before I could say, “For God’s sake, don’t send him up,” Batanya pressed the rectangle again, and it went dark.
    “I have to protect the king,” Batanya said with an apology in her voice. She stepped back into the elevator, punched a button, and gave me a nod.
    Nothing had scared me as much as that nod. It was a good-bye look. And the door swooshed shut.
    There I stood, alone on the silent hotel floor, holding an instrument of death. Maybe.
    Neither of the elevators gave any signs of life. No one came out of the doors on the fourth floor, and no one went into them. The stair door didn’t budge. There was a long, dead time in which I did nothing but stand and hold a fake Dr Pepper can. I did a little breathing, too, but nothing too violent.
    With an explosion of sound that startled me so much I nearly dropped the can, Quinn burst onto the floor. He’d taken the stairs in a huge hurry if his breathing was any indication. I couldn’t spare the brainpower to find out what was going on in his head, but his face was showing nothing but the same kind of calm mask that Batanya wore. Todd Donati, the security guy, was right on Quinn’s heels. They stopped dead about four feet away from me.
    “The bomb squad is coming,” Donati said, leading off with the good news.
    “Put it down where it was, babe,” Quinn said.
    “Oh, yeah, I want to put it back where it was,” I said. “I’m just scared to.” I hadn’t moved a muscle in what felt like a million years, and I was becoming tired already. But still I stood looking down at the can I was holding in both hands. I promised myself I would never drink another Dr Pepper as long as I lived, and I’d been real fond of them before tonight.
    “Okay,” Quinn said, holding out his hand. “Give it to me.”
    I’d never wanted to do anything more in my life.
    “Not till we know what it is,” I said. “Maybe it’s a camera. Maybe some tabloid is trying to get insider shots of the big vampire summit.” I tried to smile. “Maybe it’s a little computer, counting vampires and humans as they go by. Maybe it’s a bomb Jennifer Cater planted before she got offed. Maybe she wanted to blow up the queen.” I’d had a couple of minutes to think about this.
    “And maybe it’ll take your hand off,” he said. “Let me take it, babe.”
    “You sure you want to do that, after tonight?” I asked dismally.
    “We can talk about that later. Don’t worry about it. Just give me the damn can.”
    I noticed Todd Donati wasn’t offering, and he already had a fatal disease. Didn’t he want to go out as a hero? What was wrong with him? Then I was ashamed of myself for even thinking that. He had a family, and he’d want every minute with them.
    Donati was sweating visibly, and he was white as a vampire. He was talking into the little headset he wore, relaying what he was seeing to…someone.
    “No, Quinn. Someone with one of those special suits on needs to take it,” I said. “I’m not moving. The can’s not moving. We’re okay. Till one of those special guys gets here. Or special gal,” I added in the interest of fairness. I was feeling a little light-headed. The multiple shocks of the night were taking their toll on me, and I was beginning to tremble. Plus, I thought I was nuts for doing this; and yet here I was, doing it. “Anyone got X-ray vision?” I asked, trying to smile. “Where’s Superman when you need him?”
    “Are you trying to be a martyr for these damn things?” Quinn asked, and I figured the “damn things” were the vampires.
    “Ha,” I said. “Oh, ha-ha. Yeah, ’cause they love me. You see how many vampires are up here? Zero, right?”
    “One,” said Eric, stepping out of the stairwell. “We’re bound a bit too tightly to suit me, Sookie.” He was visibly tense; I couldn’t remember ever seeing Eric so notably anxious. “I’m here to die right along with you, it seems.”
    “Good. To make my day absolutely effing complete, here’s Eric again,” I said, and if I