Definitely Dead

just not understanding this,” I said. But I remembered something. “My friend Bill wanted to go to New Orleans when I went to clean out Hadley’s apartment,” I said. “If he can, if he can arrange it, would that be all right with you?”
    “You want Bill to go,” he said, and there was a tinge of surprise in his voice. “Bill is in favor with the queen, so I wouldn’t mind if he went.”
    “Okay, I’ll have to get in touch with him when it’s full dark,” I said. “I hope he’s in town.”
    I could have called Sam, but I wanted to go somewhere away from the strange funeral on my driveway. When I drove off, Mr. Cataliades was carrying the limp small body out of the woods. He had the bottom half.
    A silent Diantha was filling a wheelbarrow with wood.

Chapter 12
    SAM," I SAID, KEEPING MY VOICE LOW, “I NEED A FEW days off.” When I’d knocked on his trailer door, I’d been surprised to find he had guests, though I’d seen the other vehicles parked by Sam’s truck. JB du Rone and Andy Bellefleur were perched on Sam’s couch, beer and potato chips set handily on the coffee table. Sam was engaging in a male bonding ritual. “Watching sports?” I added, trying not to sound astonished. I waved over Sam’s shoulder to JB and Andy, and they waved back: JB enthusiastically, and Andy less happily. If you can be said to wave ambivalently, that was what he did.
    “Uh, yeah, basketball. LSU’s playing . . . oh, well. You need the time off right now?”
    “Yes,” I said. “There’s kind of an emergency.”
    “Can you tell me about it?”
    “I have to go to New Orleans to clean out my cousin Hadley’s apartment,” I said.
    “And that has to be right now? You know Tanya is still new, and Charlsie just quit, she says for good. Arlene’s not as reliable as she used to be, and Holly and Danielle are still pretty shaky since the school incident.”
    “I’m sorry,” I said. “If you want to let me go and get someone else, I’ll understand.” It broke my heart to say that, but in fairness to Sam, I had to.
    Sam shut the trailer door behind him and stepped out on the porch. He looked hurt. “Sookie,” he said, after a second, “you’ve been completely reliable for at least five years. You’ve only asked for time off maybe two or three times total. I’m not going to fire you because you need a few days.”
    “Oh. Well, good.” I could feel my face redden. I wasn’t used to praise. “Liz’s daughter might be able to come help.”
    “I’ll call down the list,” he said mildly. “How are you getting to New Orleans?”
    “I have a ride.”
    “Who with?” he asked, his voice gentle. He didn’t want me to get mad at his minding my business. (I could tell that much.)
    “The 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