Dead as a Doornail (Original MM Art): A Sookie Stackhouse Novel (Sookie StackhouseTrue Blood) by Charlaine Harris

Author:Charlaine Harris
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Fantasy - Dark, Brothers and sisters, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Stackhouse, Vampires, Mystery & Detective, Waitresses, Horror, Sookie (Fictitious character), Contemporary, Fiction - Fantasy, Fiction, Occult & Supernatural, Fantasy, Metamorphosis, Women Sleuths, General, Louisiana, American Mystery & Suspense Fiction, Fantasy - Contemporary, American Science Fiction And Fantasy
ISBN: 9780441019359
Publisher: Ace Trade
Published: 2005-05-03T04:00:00+00:00

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“I could have gotten a whole crew out here.”

“Terry volunteered.”

“I can get you a good rate on the reconstruction.”

“I’ve lined up a contractor.”

“I can loan you the money to do it.”

“I have the money, thank you very much.”

That startled him. “You do? Where’d—” He stopped before saying something inexcusable. “I didn’t think your grandmother had had much to leave you,” he said, which was almost as bad.

“I earned the money,” I said.

“You earned the money from Eric?” he guessed accurately. Alcide’s green eyes were hot with anger. I thought he was going to shake me.

“You just calm down, Alcide Herveaux,” I said sharply. “How I earned it is none of your damn business.

I’m glad to have it. If you’ll get down off your high horse, I’ll tell you that I’m glad you’re concerned about me, and I’m grateful you’re offering help. But don’t treat me like I’m a slow fifth grader in the special class.”

Alcide stared down at me while my speech soaked in. “I’m sorry. I thought you—I thought we were close enough for you to’ve called me that night. I thought . . . maybe you needed help.”

He was playing the “you hurt my feelings” card.

“I don’t mind asking for help when I need it. I’m not that proud,” I said. “And I’m glad to see you.”

(Not totally true.) “But don’t act like I can’t do things for myself, because I can, and I am.”

“The vampires paid you for keeping Eric while the witches were in Shreveport?”

“Yes,” I said. “My brother’s idea. It embarrassed me. But now I’m grateful I’ve got the money. I won’t have to borrow any to get the house put into shape.”

Terry Bellefleur returned with his pickup just then, and I introduced the two men. Terry didn’t seem at all impressed by meeting Alcide. In fact, he went right back to work after he gave Alcide’s hand a perfunctory shake. Alcide eyed Terry doubtfully.

“Where are you staying?” Alcide had decided not to ask questions about Terry’s scars, thank goodness.

“I’m staying with Jason,” I said promptly, leaving out the fact that I hoped that would be temporary.

“How long is it gonna take to rebuild?”

“Here’s the guy who can tell me,” I said gratefully. Randall Shurtliff was in a pickup, too, and he had his wife and partner with him. Delia Shurtliff was younger than Randall, pretty as a picture, and tough as nails. She was Randall’s second wife. When he’d gotten divorced from his “starter” wife, the one who’d Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html

had three children and cleaned his house for twelve years, Delia had already been working for Randall and had gradually begun to run his business for him far more efficiently than he’d ever done. He was able to give his first wife and sons more advantages with the money his second wife had helped him earn than he otherwise might have, had he married someone else. It was common knowledge (by which I mean

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