Dead Reckoning: A Sookie Stackhouse Novel

smiley guy who was out in the yard the night of the takeover, right?” she said, straightening and rotating her head from side to side.
    “Yes,” Eric said, one corner of his mouth going up in a sardonic look. “The smiley guy.”
    “So, Sook, what troubles do you have now?” Amelia asked me, evidently considering that she’d been polite enough to Eric. She was ready to plunge into whatever problem I described.
    “Yes,” Eric said, looking at me with hard eyes. “What troubles do you have now?”
    “I was just going to get Amelia to reinforce the wards around the house,” I said casually. “Since so much stuff has happened at Merlotte’s I was feeling kind of insecure.”
    “So she called me,” Amelia said pointedly.
    Eric looked from me to Amelia. He looked mighty displeased. “But now that the bitch has been cornered, Sookie, surely the threat’s been removed?”
    “What?” Amelia asked. It was her turn to look from face to face. “What happened tonight, Sookie?”
    I told her, briefly. “I’d still feel better if you made sure the wards were in place, though.”
    “That’s one of the things I’ve come to do, Sookie.” For some reason, she smiled broadly at Eric.
    Bob sidled in then and took up a position beside Amelia but slightly behind her. “Those weren’t my kittens,” he told me, and Eric gaped. I’d seldom seen him genuinely startled. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. “I mean, weres can’t breed with the animal they turn into. So I don’t think those were my kittens. Especially since—think about it!—I was only a cat by magic, not a genetic were.”
    Amelia said, “Honey, we’ve talked about this. You don’t need to be embarrassed. It was a perfectly natural thing to do. I admit I got a little snitty about it, but, you know . . . the whole thing was my fault, anyway.”
    “Don’t worry about it, Bob. Sam already spoke up in your defense.” I smiled at Bob, who looked relieved.
    Eric decided to ignore this exchange. “Sookie, I need to get back to Fangtasia.”
    We would never have a chance to say the things we needed to say, at this rate. “Okay, Eric. Tell Pam I said hello, if you two are back to speaking.”
    “She’s a better friend to you than you know,” Eric said darkly.
    I didn’t know how to respond to that, and he turned so quickly my eyes couldn’t track him. I heard his car door slam outside, and then he was driving down the driveway. No matter how many times I saw it, I still found it amazing that vamps could move so fast.
    I’d hoped to have a chance to talk more to Amelia that night, but she and Bob were ready to turn in after their drive. They’d left New Orleans after a full day’s work, Amelia at the Genuine Magic Shop and Bob at the Happy Cutter. After fifteen minutes or so of going to and fro between the bathroom and the kitchen and the car, they became silent in the room across the hall. I’d taken off my shoes, and I padded into the kitchen to lock up.
    I was just expelling a sigh of relief at the end of the day when there was a very quiet knock at the back door. I jumped like a frog. Who could be there at this time of night? I looked out across the back porch very cautiously.
    Bill. I hadn’t seen him since his “sister” Judith had come to see him. I debated for a second, then decided to slip outside to talk to him. Bill was a lot of things to me: neighbor, friend, first lover. I did not fear him.
    “Sookie,” he said, his cool, smooth voice as relaxing as a massage. “You have guests?”
    “Amelia and Bob,” I explained. “They just got here from New Orleans. The fairies aren’t here tonight. They stay in Monroe most nights, lately.”
    “Shall we stay out here, so we won’t wake your friends?”
    It was news to me that our conversation was going to last that long. Apparently, Bill hadn’t come over just to borrow a cup of blood. I waved my hand toward the lawn furniture, and we sat in the chairs, already placed at a companionable angle. The warm night with its myriad small sounds closed around us like an envelope. The security light gave the backyard strange patterns of dark and brightness.
    When the silence had lasted long enough for me to realize I was sleepy, I said, “How’s things going at your house, Bill? Is Judith still staying with you?”
    “I’m fully healed from the silver poisoning,” he said.
    “I, ah, I noticed you looked good,” I said. His skin had regained its pale clarity, and