The Sookie Stackhouse Companion

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    “Steve and I knew Collins from his website,” she said weakly. “He had all the right ideas, and he was full of the fire of God. But the plans we had for today failed. God must have changed his mind, turned his face from us. Collins never came to the church. I came here to ask him why, but he was angry, angry with me, with himself. I think he may have been drinking. He challenged me to go with him, to shoot you-all next door. He said we could kill most of you, just like he killed the dogs.”
    “You weren’t up for that?” Luna asked bitterly. “You sure missed an opportunity to get a bunch of us at once.”
    “Couldn’t risk myself,” Sarah whispered. “I’m too important to the cause. He even thrust a gun in my hand. But God didn’t want me to sacrifice myself. When I told Collins that, he went nuts.”
    “He was already nuts,” I said, but she wasn’t listening.
    “Then he said I was a hypocrite, and he shot me.”
    “Looks like you shot him back.”
    “Yes,” Sarah whispered. “Yes, I shot him back.”
    A police car pulled up in front of the Collins house, the flickering light visible from the kitchen. Someone called from the front door, “Police! We’re coming in!”
    “Hurry with the ambulance,” I called back. “There are two of us who came and discovered the situation. We’re unarmed.”
    “Stand with your hands against the wall!” the officer’s voice called back, and it sure as hell sounded like Porter Carpenter.
    “Porter,” I said. “It’s me, Sookie Stackhouse, Sam’s friend. And my buddy Luna Garza is with me.”
    “Hands!” Porter said. “Anyway.”
    “Okay.” I appreciated his caution. Luna walked over to me, and we turned our backs on the doorway and put our hands on the wall. “We’re ready,” I yelled.
    You’d think I’d be distraught and upset. You’d think I’d be overwhelmed, having seen this horrible scene.
    But you know what? I was tickled pink. I’d never been a squeamish person, and I’d seen other and worse scenes of carnage, featuring people I cared about to some extent or other.
    As it was, it was hard for me to suppress a smile when I saw Sarah Newlin hauled off to the hospital under arrest. And since the dead man was Jim Collins, I didn’t feel a moment’s grief for him, either. He would have loved it if the tables had been turned, if he’d walked in on someone who’d just killed Bernie and Sam. He’d have patted them on the back. And I’m being honest when I say that after the hate I’d seen that day, I couldn’t be sorry that if someone had to die, that person was Jim Collins, and if someone had to be a murderer, I was fine with that murderer being Sarah Newlin.
    “Sookie,” said Luna into my ear, “it doesn’t hardly get any better than this.”
    “I think you’re right,” I said.
    Porter Carpenter himself took our statements. I could tell that Luna—and the fact that she’d smelled the dead body—made him uneasy. But he wrote everything down, made note of our phone numbers, and then sent us on our way. Finally, we got to go back to the Merlotte house, where everyone was waiting anxiously to find out what had happened. I’d heard Sam’s voice raised outside several times while I’d been answering questions—or simply waiting to be asked questions—and each time I’d smiled involuntarily. Sam was on the offensive.
    Luna and I were glad to enter Bernie’s kitchen, still crowded with weres, though the bulk of the party had drifted away—including Tijgerin and Quinn.
    Sam grabbed me by the shoulders, looked intently into my face, and said, “You okay?” He was vibrating like a tuning fork with anxiety.
    “Yeah, I’m okay,” I said. I smiled at him. “Thanks. I could hear you yell.”
    “I wanted you to hear me.”
    “We had quite an evening over there,” Luna said. “Man, getting questioned by the cops is thirsty work!” Her cute Chinese cop took the hint and got Luna a beer from the refrigerator.
    “We still have some food, if you’re hungry,” Bernie said. I could tell she was exhausted, but she was upright.
    “Not me,” I told her. Luna shook her head, too. “First, let me be sure you-all know Luna Garza from Dallas. Luna did me a good turn at the Fellowship of the Sun church some time ago, and seeing her here tonight turned out to be lucky for me again. . . .”
    When we’d related the whole story, Brenda Sue began laughing. And she was joined by some of the other twoeys. “That’s