Dead to the World

hands when I got home before I had to go in to work. The prospect felt good. I didn’t see any running men on my way back to my house, and no one phoned or popped in with a crisis for a whole two hours. I was able to change the sheets on both beds, wash them, and sweep the kitchen and straighten up the closet concealing the hidey-hole, before the knock came at the front door.
    I knew who it would be. It was full dark outside, and sure enough, Eric stood on my front porch.
    He looked down at me with no very happy face. “I find myself troubled,” he said without preamble.
    “Then I’ve got to drop everything so I can help you out,” I said, going instantly on the offensive.
    He cocked an eyebrow. “I’ll be polite and ask if I can come in.” I hadn’t rescinded his invitation, but he didn’t want to just stroll into my house. Tactful.
    “Yes, you can.” I stepped back.
    “Hallow is dead, having been forced to counter the curse on me, obviously.”
    “Pam did a good job.”
    He nodded. “It was Hallow or me,” he said. “I like me better.”
    “Why’d she pick Shreveport?”
    “Her parents were jailed in Shreveport. They were witches, too, but they also ran confidence games of some kind, using their craft to make their victims more convinced of their sincerity. In Shreveport, their luck ran out. The supernatural community refused to make any effort to get the older Stonebrooks out of jail. The woman ran afoul of a voodoo priestess while she was incarcerated, and the man ran afoul of a knife in some bathroom brawl.”
    “Pretty good reason to have it in for the supernaturals of Shreveport.”
    “They say I was here for several nights.” Eric had decided to change the subject.
    “Yes,” I said. I tried to look agreeably interested in what he had to say.
    “And in that time, we never . . . ?”
    I didn’t pretend to misunderstand him.
    “Eric, does that seem likely?” I asked.
    He hadn’t sat down, and he moved closer to me, as if looking at me hard would reveal the truth. It would have been easy to take a step, be even closer.
    “I just don’t know,” he said. “And it’s making me a little aggravated.”
    I smiled. “Are you enjoying being back at work?”
    “Yes. But Pam ran everything well during my absence. I’m sending lots of flowers to the hospital. Belinda, and a wolf named Maria-Comet or something.”
    “Maria-Star Cooper. You didn’t send any to me,” I pointed out tartly.
    “No, but I left you something more meaningful under the saltshaker,” he said, with much the same edge. “You’ll have to pay taxes on it. If I know you, you’ll give your brother some of it. I hear you got him back.”
    “I did,” I said briefly. I knew I was getting closer to bursting out with something, and I knew he should leave soon. I’d given Jason such good advice about being quiet, but it was hard to follow it myself. “And your point is?”
    “It won’t last for long.”
    I don’t think Eric realized how much money fifty thousand dollars was, by my standards. “What’s your point? I can tell you have one, but I don’t have an idea what it might be.”
    “Was there a reason I found brain tissue on my coat sleeve?”
    I felt all the blood drain from my face, the way it does when you’re on the edge of passing out. The next thing I knew, I was on the couch and Eric was beside me.
    “I think there are some things you’re not telling me, Sookie, my dear,” he said. His voice was gentler, though.
    The temptation was almost overwhelming.
    But I thought of the power Eric would have over me, even more power than he had now; he would know I had slept with him, and he would know that I had killed a woman and he was the only one who’d witnessed it. He would know that not only did he owe me his life (most likely), I certainly owed him mine.
    “I liked you a lot better when you didn’t remember who you were,” I said, and with that truth forefront in my mind, I knew I had to keep quiet.
    “Harsh words,” he said, and I almost believed he was really hurt.
    Luckily for me, someone else came to my door. The knock was loud and peremptory, and I felt a jolt of alarm.
    The caller was Amanda, the insulting redheaded female Were from Shreveport. “I’m on official business today,” she said, “so I’ll be polite.”
    That would be a nice change.
    She nodded to Eric and said, “Glad to have you back in your right mind, vampire,” in a completely unconcerned tone. I could see