Read Online Sookie 03 Club Dead by Charlaine Harris - Free Book Online
Authors: Charlaine Harris
Ads: Link
them. “They own a casino in Shreveport, you know?”
“Sure.” It was a popular weekend excursion for people in this area, to go over to Shreveport or up to Tunica (in Mississippi, right below Memphis) and rent a room for a couple of nights, play the slots, see a show or two, eat lots of buffet food.
“My dad got in too deep. He owns a surveying company-I work for him-but he likes to gamble.” The green eyes smoldered with rage. “He got in too deep in the casino in Louisiana, so your vamps own his marker, his debt. If they call it in, our company will go under.” Werewolves seemed to respect vampires about as much as vampires respect them. “So, to get the marker back, I have to help you hang around with the vamps in Jackson.” He leaned back in the chair, looking me in the eyes. “That’s not a hard thing, taking a pretty woman to Jackson and out barhopping. Now that I’ve met you, I’m glad to do it, to get my father out from under the debt. But why the hell you want to do that? You look like a real woman, not one of those sick bitches who get off on hanging around the vamps.”
This was a refreshingly direct conversation, after my conference with the vampires. “I only hang around with one vampire, by choice,” I said bitterly. “Bill, my-well, I don’t know if he’s even my boyfriend anymore. It seems the vampires of Jackson may have kidnapped him. Someone tried to grab me last night.” I thought it only fair to let him know. “Since the kidnapper didn’t seem to know my name, just that I worked at Merlotte’s, I’ll probably be safe in Jackson if no one figures out I’m the woman who goes with Bill. I have to tell you, the man who tried to grab me was a werewolf. And he had a Hinds County car plate.” Jackson was in Hinds County.
“Wearing a gang vest?” Alcide asked. I nodded. Alcide looked thoughtful, which was a good thing. This was not a situation I took lightly, and it was a good sign that he didn’t, either. “There’s a small gang in Jackson made up of Weres. Some of the bigger shifters hang around the edges of this gang-the panther, the bear. They hire themselves out to the vamps on a pretty regular basis.”
“There’s one less of them now,” I said.
After a moment’s digestion of that information, my new companion gave me a long, challenging stare. “So, what good is a little human gal going to do against the vampires of Jackson? You a martial artist? You a great shot? You been in the Army?”
I had to smile. “No. You never heard my name?”
“You’re famous?”
“Guess not.” I was pleased that he didn’t have any preconceptions about me. “I think I’ll just let you find out about me.”
“Long as you’re not gonna turn into a snake.” He stood up. “You’re not a guy, are you?” That late-breaking thought made his eyes widen.
“No, Alcide. I’m a woman.” I tried to say that matter-of-factly, but it was pretty hard.
“I was willing to put money on that.” He grinned at me. “If you’re not some kind of superwoman, what are you going to do when you know where your man is?”
“I’m going to call Eric, the …” Suddenly I realized that telling vampire secrets is a bad idea. “Eric is Bill’s boss. He’ll decide what to do after that.”
Alcide looked skeptical. “I don’t trust Eric. I don’t trust any of ‘em. He’ll probably double-cross you.”
“How?”
“He might use your man as leverage. He might demand restitution, since they have one of his men. He might use your man’s abduction as an excuse to go to war, in which case your man will be executed tout de suite.”
I had not thought that far. “Bill knows stuff,” I said. “Important stuff.”
“Good. That may keep him alive.” Then he saw my face, and chagrin ran across his own. “Hey, Sookie, I’m sorry. I don’t think before I talk sometimes. We’ll get him back, though it makes me sick to think of a woman like you with one of those
“Sure.” It was a popular weekend excursion for people in this area, to go over to Shreveport or up to Tunica (in Mississippi, right below Memphis) and rent a room for a couple of nights, play the slots, see a show or two, eat lots of buffet food.
“My dad got in too deep. He owns a surveying company-I work for him-but he likes to gamble.” The green eyes smoldered with rage. “He got in too deep in the casino in Louisiana, so your vamps own his marker, his debt. If they call it in, our company will go under.” Werewolves seemed to respect vampires about as much as vampires respect them. “So, to get the marker back, I have to help you hang around with the vamps in Jackson.” He leaned back in the chair, looking me in the eyes. “That’s not a hard thing, taking a pretty woman to Jackson and out barhopping. Now that I’ve met you, I’m glad to do it, to get my father out from under the debt. But why the hell you want to do that? You look like a real woman, not one of those sick bitches who get off on hanging around the vamps.”
This was a refreshingly direct conversation, after my conference with the vampires. “I only hang around with one vampire, by choice,” I said bitterly. “Bill, my-well, I don’t know if he’s even my boyfriend anymore. It seems the vampires of Jackson may have kidnapped him. Someone tried to grab me last night.” I thought it only fair to let him know. “Since the kidnapper didn’t seem to know my name, just that I worked at Merlotte’s, I’ll probably be safe in Jackson if no one figures out I’m the woman who goes with Bill. I have to tell you, the man who tried to grab me was a werewolf. And he had a Hinds County car plate.” Jackson was in Hinds County.
“Wearing a gang vest?” Alcide asked. I nodded. Alcide looked thoughtful, which was a good thing. This was not a situation I took lightly, and it was a good sign that he didn’t, either. “There’s a small gang in Jackson made up of Weres. Some of the bigger shifters hang around the edges of this gang-the panther, the bear. They hire themselves out to the vamps on a pretty regular basis.”
“There’s one less of them now,” I said.
After a moment’s digestion of that information, my new companion gave me a long, challenging stare. “So, what good is a little human gal going to do against the vampires of Jackson? You a martial artist? You a great shot? You been in the Army?”
I had to smile. “No. You never heard my name?”
“You’re famous?”
“Guess not.” I was pleased that he didn’t have any preconceptions about me. “I think I’ll just let you find out about me.”
“Long as you’re not gonna turn into a snake.” He stood up. “You’re not a guy, are you?” That late-breaking thought made his eyes widen.
“No, Alcide. I’m a woman.” I tried to say that matter-of-factly, but it was pretty hard.
“I was willing to put money on that.” He grinned at me. “If you’re not some kind of superwoman, what are you going to do when you know where your man is?”
“I’m going to call Eric, the …” Suddenly I realized that telling vampire secrets is a bad idea. “Eric is Bill’s boss. He’ll decide what to do after that.”
Alcide looked skeptical. “I don’t trust Eric. I don’t trust any of ‘em. He’ll probably double-cross you.”
“How?”
“He might use your man as leverage. He might demand restitution, since they have one of his men. He might use your man’s abduction as an excuse to go to war, in which case your man will be executed tout de suite.”
I had not thought that far. “Bill knows stuff,” I said. “Important stuff.”
“Good. That may keep him alive.” Then he saw my face, and chagrin ran across his own. “Hey, Sookie, I’m sorry. I don’t think before I talk sometimes. We’ll get him back, though it makes me sick to think of a woman like you with one of those
Similar Books
