Charlaine Harris - Living Dead in Dallas

A NDY BELLEFLEUR was as drunk as a skunk. This wasnt normal for Andybelieve me, I know all the drunks in Bon Temps. Working at Sam Merlottes bar for several years has pretty much introduced me to all of them. But Andy Bellefleur, native son and detective on Bon Tempss small police force, had never been drunk in Merlottes before. I was mighty curious as to why tonight was an exception.

Andy and I arent friends by any stretch of the imagination, so I couldnt ask him outright. But other means were open to me, and I decided to use them. Though I try to limit employing my disability, or gift, or whatever you want to call it, to find out things that might have an effect on me or mine, sometimes sheer curiosity wins out.

I let down my mental guard and read Andys mind. I was sorry.

Andy had had to arrest a man that morning for kidnapping. Hed taken his ten-year-old neighbor to a place in the woods and raped her. The girl was in the hospital, and the man was in jail, but the damage that had been dealt was irreparable. I felt weepy and sad. It was a crime that touched too closely on my own past. I liked Andy a little better for his depression.

Andy Bellefleur, give me your keys, I said. His broad face turned up to me, showing very little comprehension. After a long pause while my meaning filtered through to his addled brain, Andy fumbled in the pocket of his khakis and handed me his heavy key ring. I put another bourbon-and-Coke on the bar in front of him. My treat, I said, and went to the phone at the end of the bar to call Portia, Andys sister. The Bellefleur siblings lived in a decaying large white two-story antebellum, formerly quite a showplace, on the prettiest street in the nicest area of Bon Temps. On Magnolia Creek Road, all the homes faced the strip of park through which ran the stream, crossed here and there by decorative bridges for foot traffic only; a road ran on both sides. There were a few other old homes on Magnolia Creek Road, but they were all in better repair than the Bellefleur place, Belle Rive. Belle Rive was just too much for Portia, a lawyer, and Andy, a cop, to maintain, since the money to support such a home and its grounds was long since gone. But their grandmother, Caroline, stubbornly refused to sell.

Portia answered on the second ring.

Portia, this is Sookie Stackhouse, I said, having to raise my voice over the background noise in the bar.

You must be at work.

Yes. Andys here, and hes three sheets to the wind. I took his keys. Can you come get him?

Andy had too much to drink? Thats rare. Sure, Ill be there in ten minutes, she promised, and hung up.

Youre a sweet girl, Sookie, Andy volunteered unexpectedly.

Hed finished the drink Id poured for him. I swept the glass out of sight and hoped he wouldnt ask for more. Thanks, Andy, I said. Youre okay, yourself.

Wheres... boyfriend?

Right here, said a cool voice, and Bill Compton appeared just behind Andy. I smiled at him over Andys drooping head. Bill was about five foot ten, with dark brown hair and eyes. He had the broad shoulders and hard muscular arms of a man whos done manual labor for years. Bill had worked a farm with his father, and then for himself, before hed gone to be a soldier in the war. That would be the Civil War.

Hey, V. B.! called Charlsie Tootens husband, Micah. Bill raised a casual hand to return the greeting, and my brother, Jason, said, Evening, Vampire Bill, in a perfectly polite way. Jason, who had not exactly welcomed Bill into our little family circle, had turned over a whole new leaf. I was sort of mentally holding my breath, waiting to see if his improved attitude was permanent.

Bill, youre okay for a bloodsucker, Andy said judiciously, rotating on his bar stool so he could face Bill. I upgraded my opinion of Andys drunkenness, since he had never otherwise been enthusiastic about the acceptance of vampires into Americas mainstream society.

Thanks, Bill said dryly. Youre not too bad for a Bellefleur. He leaned across the bar to give me a kiss. His lips were as cool as his voice. You had to get used to it. Like when you laid your head on his chest, and you didnt hear a heartbeat inside. Evening, sweetheart, he said in his low voice. I slid a glass of the Japanese-developed synthetic B negative across the bar, and he knocked it back and licked his lips. He looked pinker almost immediately.

Howd your meeting go, honey? I asked. Bill had been in Shreveport the better part of the night.

Ill tell you later.

I hoped his work-related story was less distressing than Andys. Okay. Id appreciate it if youd help Portia get Andy to her car. Here she comes now, I said, nodding toward the door.

For once, Portia was not wearing the skirt, blouse, jacket, hose, and low-heeled pumps that constituted her professional uniform. Shed changed to blue jeans and a ragged Sophie Newcomb sweatshirt. Portia was built as squarely as her brother, but she had long, thick, chestnut hair. Keeping it beautifully tended was Portias one signal that she hadnt given up yet. She plowed single-mindedly through the rowdy crowd.

Well, hes soused, all right, she said, evaluating her brother. Portia was trying to ignore Bill, who made her very uneasy. It doesnt happen often, but if he decides to tie one on, he does a good job.

Portia, Bill can carry him to your car, I said. Andy was taller than Portia and thick in body, clearly too much of a burden for his sister.

I think I can handle him, she told me firmly, still not looking toward Bill, who raised his eyebrows at me.

So I let her get one arm around him and try to hoist him off the stool. Andy stayed perched. Portia glanced around for Sam Merlotte, the bar owner, who was small and wiry in appearance but very strong. Sams bartending at an anniversary party at the country club, I said. Better let Bill help.

All right, the lawyer said stiffly, her eyes on the polished wood of the bar. Thanks very much.

Bill had Andy up and moving toward the door in seconds, in spite of Andys legs tending to turn to jelly. Micah Tooten jumped up to open the door, so Bill was able to sweep Andy right out into the parking lot.