11 Dead Reckoning by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-09-18T12:04:17+00:00

Kenya was talking to Dr. Tonnesen. I don’t want you to be worried. If you

need us to send a car out to your house, we will. You got someone with

you?”

I was so shocked I couldn’t reply for a second. Then I said, “Yes, I have

someone with me.”

Bill’s dark eyes were serious now. He stepped closer and put one hand

on my shoulder.

“You want me to send a patrol car? I don’t think that crazy woman will

head out to find you. I think she’ll find somewhere to hole up and recover.

But it seemed like the right thing, telling you, even though it’s the

middle of the night.”

“Definitely the right thing to do, Sheriff. I don’t think I need more help

out here. I’ve got friends here. Good friends.” And I met Bill’s eyes.

Bud Dearborn said the same things all over again several times, but

eventually I got to hang up and think about the implications. I’d thought

one line of troubles was closed, but I’d been wrong. While I was explaining

to Bill, the weariness that had manifested itself earlier began to sweep over

me like a blanket of gray. By the time I’d finished answering his questions, I

could barely put two words together.

“Don’t worry,” Bill said. “Go to bed. I’ll watch tonight. I’ve already fed,

and I wasn’t busy. It doesn’t feel like a good night for work, anyway.” Bill

had created and maintained a CD called The Vampire Directory, which was a

catalog of all “living” vampires. It was in popular demand not only among

the undead but also among the living, particularly marketing groups.

However, the version sold to the public was limited to vampires who’d

given their permission to be included, a much shorter list. There were still

vampires who didn’t want to be known as vampires, odd as that seemed to

me.

It was easy to forget, in today’s vampire-saturated culture, that there

were still holdouts, vampires who didn’t want to be known to the public in

general, vampires who preferred to sleep in the earth or in abandoned

buildings rather than in a house or apartment.

And why I was thinking of this . . . Well, it was better than thinking

about Sandra Pelt.

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Charlaine Harris  Sookie Stackhouse Series 11  Dead Reckoning

“Thanks, Bill,” I said gratefully. “I warn you, she’s vicious to the n th

degree.”

“You’ve seen me fight,” he said.

“Yep. But you don’t know her. She’s completely underhanded and she

won’t give you any warning.”

“I’m a few jumps ahead of her, then, since I know that about her.”

Huh? “Okay,” I mumbled, putting one foot in front of the other in more

or less a straight line. “Night, Bill.”

“Night, Sookie,” he said quietly. “Lock the doors.”

I did, and I went into my room and put on my nightshirt, and then I

was in bed and under that gray blanket.

Chapter 8

Schools are always more or less the same, aren’t they? There’s always the

smell: a mixture of chalk, school lunches, floor wax, books. The echo of

children’s voices, the louder voices of teachers. The “art” on the walls and

the decorations on each room’s door. The little Red Ditch kindergarten was

no different.

I held Hunter’s hand while Remy trailed behind us.

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