Definitely dead by Charlaine Harris

Author:Charlaine Harris
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Mystery And Suspense Fiction, Occult, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Vampires, Mystery & Detective, Humorous, Horror, Waitresses, Contemporary, Fiction - Fantasy, General, Fiction, Fantasy, Suspense, Horror - General, Telepathy, Mystery, Fantasy - Dark, Louisiana, Women Sleuths
ISBN: 9780441014002
Publisher: Ace Books
Published: 2006-05-02T09:38:16.318000+00:00

15

I NEEDED BOXES, THAT WAS FOR SURE. SO I’D ALSO need strapping tape, lots of it, and a Magic Marker, and probably scissors. And finally, I’d need a truck to take whatever I salvaged back to Bon Temps. I could ask Jason to drive down, or I could rent a truck, or I could ask Mr. Cataliades if he knew of a truck I could borrow. If there was a lot of stuff, maybe I would rent a car and a trailer. I’d never done such a thing, but how hard could it be? Since I didn’t have a ride right now, there was no way to obtain the supplies. But I might as well start sorting, since the sooner I finished, the sooner I could get back to work and away from the New Orleans vampires. I was glad, in a corner of my mind, that Bill had come, too. As angry as I sometimes felt with him, he was familiar. After all, he’d been the first vampire I’d ever met, and it still seemed almost miraculous to me how it had happened.

He’d come into the bar, and I’d been fascinated with the discovery that I couldn’t hear his thoughts. Then later the same evening, I’d rescued him from drainers. I sighed, thinking how good it had been until he’d been recalled by his maker, Lorena, now also definitely dead.

I shook myself. This wasn’t the time for a trip down memory lane. This was the time for action and decision. I decided to start with the clothes.

After fifteen minutes, I realized that the clothes were going to be easy. I was going to give most of them away. Not only was my taste radically different from my cousin’s, but her hips and breasts had been smaller and her coloring had been different from mine. Hadley had liked dark, dramatic clothes, and I was altogether a lower-key person. I did sort of wonder about one or two of the black wispy blouses and skirts, but when I tried them on, I looked just like one of the fangbangers who hung around Eric’s bar. Not the image I was going for. I put only a handful of tank tops and a couple of pairs of shorts and sleep pants in the “keep” pile.

I found a large box of garbage bags and used those to pack the clothes away. As I finished with each bag, I set it out on the gallery to keep the apartment clear of clutter.

It was about noon when I started to work, and the hours passed quickly after I found out how to operate Hadley’s CD player. A lot of the music she had was by artists who’d never been high on my list, no big surprise there—but it was interesting listening. She had a horde of CDs: No Doubt, Nine Inch Nails, Eminem, Usher.

I’d started on the drawers in the bedroom when it just began turning dark. I paused for a moment to stand on the gallery in the mild evening, and watch the city wake up for the dark hours ahead.

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