From Dead to Worse
impression that Debbie was more of a sister to Sandra than she was a daughter to her parents.”
Amelia nodded thoughtfully. “A little pathology going on there,” she said. “Well, let me think about what I can do. I don’t do death magic. And you’ve said you don’t want Tanya and Sandra to die, so I’m taking you at your word.”
“Good,” I said briefly. “And, uh, I’m willing to pay for this, of course.”
“Poo,” Amelia said. “You were willing to take me in when I needed to get out of town. You’ve put up with me all this time.”
“Well, you do pay rent,” I pointed out.
“Yeah, enough to cover my part of the utilities. And you put up with me, and you don’t seem to be all up in arms about the Bob situation. So believe me, I’m really glad to do this for you. I’ve just got to figure out what I’m actually going to do. Do you mind if I consult with Octavia?”
“No, not at all,” I said, trying not to show that I was relieved at the idea of the older witch offering her expertise. “You got it, right? Got that she was at loose ends? Out of money?”
“Yeah,” Amelia said. “And I don’t know how to give her some without offering offense. This is a good way to do it. I understand that she’s stuck in a random corner of the living room in the house of the niece she’s staying with. She told me that—more or less—but I don’t know what I can do about it.”
“I’ll think about it,” I promised. “If she really, really needs to move out of her niece’s, she could stay in my extra bedroom for a little while.” That wasn’t an offer that delighted me, but the old witch had seemed pretty miserable. She’d been entertained by going on the little jaunt to poor Maria-Star’s apartment, which had been a ghastly sight.
“We’ll try to come up with something long-term,” Amelia said. “I’m going to go give her a call.”
“Okay. Let me know what you-all come up with. I got to get ready for work.”
There weren’t too many houses between mine and Merlotte’s, but all of them had ghosts hanging from trees, inflated plastic pumpkins in the yard, and a real pumpkin or two sitting on the front porch. The Prescotts had a sheaf of corn, a bale of hay, and some ornamental squash and pumpkins arranged artfully on the front lawn. I made a mental memo to tell Lorinda Prescott how attractive it was when next I saw her at Wal-Mart or the post office.
By the time I got to work, it was dark. I got out my cell phone to call Fangtasia before I went inside.
“Fangtasia, the bar with a bite. Come into Shreveport’s premier vampire bar, where the undead do their drinking every single night,” said a recording. “For bar hours, press one. To schedule a private party, press two. To speak to a live human or a dead vampire, press three. And know this: prank calls are not tolerated. We will find you.”
I was sure the voice was Pam’s. She’d sounded remarkably bored. I pressed three.
“Fangtasia, where all your undead dreams come true,” said one of the fangbangers. “This is Elvira. How may I direct you?”
Elvira, my ass. “This is Sookie Stackhouse. I need to speak with Eric,” I said.
“Could Clancy help you?” Elvira asked.
“No.”
Elvira seemed stumped.
“The master is very busy,” she said, as if that would be hard for a human like me to understand.
Elvira was definitely a newbie. Or maybe I was getting kind of arrogant. I was irritated with “Elvira.” “Listen,” I said, trying to sound pleasant. “You get Eric on the phone in two minutes or he’ll be mighty unhappy with you.”
“ Well, ” Elvira said. “You don’t have to be a bitch about it.”
“Evidently I do.”
“I’m putting you on hold,” Elvira said viciously. I glanced at the employee door of the bar. I needed to hustle.
Click. “This is Eric,” he said. “Is this my former lover?”
Okay, even that made things inside me thud and shiver in excitement. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I said, proud of how unshaken I sounded. “Listen, Eric, for what it’s worth, I had a visit today from a New Orleans bigwig named Copley Carmichael. He’d been involved with Sophie-Anne in some business negotiations about rebuilding the headquarters. He wants to establish a relationship with the new regime.” I took a deep breath. “Are you okay?” I asked, negating in one plaintive question all my cultivated indifference.
“Yes,” he said, his voice intensely personal. “Yes, I am
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