Isabel said abruptly, “You stupid human! You’ve spilled my drink!” Bill reached past me to snatch the bug from under the table and drop it in the water, and Isabel, walking even more smoothly to keep the water from slopping over the sides of the bowl, left the room. Her companion remained behind.
That had been disposed of simply enough. And it was at least possible that whoever had been listening in had been fooled by that little bit of dialogue. We all relaxed, now that the bug was gone. Even Stan looked a little less frightening.
“Isabel says you have reason to think Farrell might have been abducted by the Fellowship,” the man said. “Maybe this young lady and I could go to the Fellowship Center tomorrow, and try to find out if there’re plans for any kind of ceremony soon.”
Bill and Stan regarded him thoughtfully.
“That’s a good idea,” Stan said. “A couple would seem less noticeable.”
“Sookie?” Bill asked.
“Certainly none of you can go,” I said. “I think maybe we could at least get the layout of the place. If you think there’s really a chance Farrell’s being held there.” If I could find out more about the situation at the Fellowship Center, maybe I could keep the vampires from attacking. They sure weren’t going to go down to the police station to file a missing persons report to prod the police into searching the Center. No matter how much the Dallas vampires wanted to remain within the boundaries of human law so they could successfully reap the benefits of mainstreaming, I knew that if a Dallas vampire was being held captive in the Center, humans would die right, left, and sideways. I could maybe prevent that from happening, and locate the missing Farrell, too.
“If this tattooed vampire is a renouncer and plans to meet the sun, taking Farrell with him, and if this is being arranged through the Fellowship, then this pretend priest who tried to grab you at the airport must work for them. They know you now,” Bill pointed out. “You would have to wear your wig.” He smiled with gratification. The wig had been his idea.
A wig in this heat. Oh, hell. I tried not to look petulant. After all, it would be better to have an itchy head than to be identified as a woman who associated with vampires, while I was visiting a Fellowship of the Sun Center. “It would be better if there were another human with me,” I admitted, sorry as I was to involve anyone else in danger.
“This is Isabel’s current man,” Stan said. He was silent for a minute, and I guessed he was “beaming” at her, or however he contacted his underlings.
Sure enough, Isabel glided in. It must be handy, being able to summon people like that. You wouldn’t need an intercom, or a telephone. I wondered how far away other vamps could be and still receive his message. I was kind of glad Bill couldn’t signal me without words, because I’d feel too much like his slave girl. Could Stan summon humans the way he called his vamps? Maybe I didn’t really want to know.
The man reacted to Isabel’s presence the way a bird dog does when he senses quail. Or maybe it was more like a hungry man who gets served a big steak, and then has to wait for grace. You could almost see his mouth water. I hoped I didn’t look like that when I was around Bill.
“Isabel, your man has volunteered to go with Sookie to the Fellowship of the Sun Center. Can he be convincing as a potential convert?”
“Yes, I think he can,” Isabel said, staring into the man’s eyes.
“Before you go—are there visitors this evening?”
“Yes, one, from California.”
“Where is he?”
“In the house.”
“Has he been in this room?” Naturally, Stan would love the bug-planter to be a vamp or human he didn’t know.
“Yes.”
“Bring him.”
A good five minutes later, Isabel returned with a tall blond vampire in tow. He must have been six foot four, or maybe even more. He was brawny, clean-shaven, and he had a mane of wheat-colored hair. I looked down at my feet immediately, just as I sensed Bill going immobile.
Isabel said, “This is Leif.”
“Leif,” Stan said smoothly, “welcome to my nest. This evening we have a problem here.”
I stared at my toes, wishing more than I’d ever wished anything that I could be completely alone with Bill for two minutes and find out what the hell was going on, because this vampire wasn’t any “Leif,” and he wasn’t from California.
It was Eric.
Bill’s hand came into my line of vision and closed around mine. He gave my fingers a very careful little squeeze, and I returned it. Bill slid his arm around me, and I leaned against him. I needed to relax, by golly.
“How may I help you?” Eric—no, Leif, for the moment—asked courteously.
“It seems that someone has entered this room and performed an act of spying.”
That seemed a nice way to put it. Stan wanted to keep the bugging a secret for right now, and in view of the fact that there surely was a traitor here, that was probably a great idea.
“I am a visitor to your nest, and I have no problem with you or any of yours.”
Leif’s calm and sincere denial was quite impressive, given that I knew for a fact that his whole presence was an imposture to further some unfathomable vampire purpose.
“Excuse me,” I said, sounding as frail and human as I possibly could.
Stan looked quite irritated at the interruption, but screw him.
“The, uh, item, would have had to be put in here earlier than today,” I said, trying to sound like I was sure Stan had already thought of this fact. “To get the details of our arrival in Dallas.”
Stan was staring at me with no expression whatsoever.
In for a penny, in for a pound. “And excuse me, but I am really worn out. Could Bill take me back to the hotel now?”
“We will have Isabel take you back by yourself,” Stan said dismissively.
“No, sir.”
Behind the fake glasses, Stan’s pale eyebrows flew up. “No?” He sounded as though he’d never heard the word.
“By the terms of my contract, I don’t go anywhere without a vampire from my area. Bill is that vampire. I go nowhere without him, at night.”
Stan gave me another good long stare. I was glad I had found the bug and proved myself useful otherwise, or I wouldn’t last long in Stan’s bailiwick. “Go,” he said, and Bill and I didn’t waste any time. We couldn’t help Eric if Stan came to suspect him, and we might quite possibly give him away. I would be by far the more likely to do that by some word or gesture, with Stan watching me. Vampires have studied humans for centuries, in the way predators learn as much as they can about their prey.
Isabel came out with us, and we got back into her Lexus for the ride back to the Silent Shore Hotel. The streets of Dallas, though not empty, were at least much quieter than when we’d arrived at the nest hours earlier. I estimated it was less than two hours until dawn.
“Thank you,” I said politely when we pulled under the porte cochere of the hotel.
“My human will come to get you at three o’clock in the afternoon,” Isabel told me.
Repressing the urge to say, “Yes, ma’am!” and click my heels together, I just told her that would be fine. “What’s his name?” I asked.
“His name is Hugo Ayres,” she said.
“Okay.” I already knew that he was a quick man with an idea. I went into the lobby and waited for Bill. He was only seconds behind me, and we went up in the elevator in silence.
“Do you have your key?” he asked me at the room door.
I had been half-asleep. “Where’s yours?” I asked, none too graciously.
“I’d just like to see you recover yours,” he said.
Suddenly I was in a better mood. “Maybe you’d like to find it,” I suggested.
A male vampire with a waist-length black mane strolled down the hall, his arm around a plump girl with a head of curly red hair. When they’d entered a room farther down the hall, Bill began searching for the key.
He found it pretty fast.
Once we’d gotten inside, Bill picked me up and kissed me at length. We needed to talk, since a lot had happened during this long night, but I wasn’t in the mood and he wasn’t, either.
The nice thing about skirts, I discovered, was that they just slide up, and if you were only wearing a thong underneath, it could vanish in a jiffy. The gray jacket was on the floor, the white shell was discarded, and my arms were locked around Bill’s neck before you could say, “Screw a vampire.”
Bill was leaning against the sitting room wall trying to open his slacks with me still wrapped around him when there was a knock at the door.
“Damn,” he whispered in my ear. “Go away,” he said, somewhat louder. I wriggled against him and his breath caught in his throat. He pulled the bobby pins and the Hairagami out of my hair to let it roll down my back.
“I need to talk to you,” said a familiar voice, somewhat muffled by the thick door.
“No,” I moaned. “Say it isn’t Eric.” The only creature in the world we
had
to admit.
“It’s Eric,” said the voice.
I unlocked my legs from around Bill’s waist, and he gently lowered me to the floor. In a real snit, I stomped into the bedroom to put on my bathrobe. To hell with rebuttoning all those clothes.
I came back out as Eric was telling Bill that Bill had done well this evening.
“And, of course, you were marvelous, Sookie,” Eric said, taking in the pink, short bathrobe with a comprehensive glance. I looked up at him—and up, and up—and wished him at the bottom of the Red River, spectacular smile, golden hair, and all.
“Oh,” I said malignantly, “thanks so much for coming up to tell us this. We couldn’t have gone to bed without a pat on the back from
you
.”
Eric looked as blandly delighted as he possibly could. “Oh, dear,” he said. “Did I interrupt something? Would these—well, this—be yours, Sookie?” He held up the black string that had formerly been one side of my thong.
Bill said, “In a word, yes. Is there anything else you would like to discuss with us, Eric?” Ice would’ve been surprised by how cold Bill could sound.
“We haven’t got time tonight,” Eric said regretfully, “since daylight is so soon, and there are things I need to see to before I sleep. But tomorrow night we must meet. When you find out what Stan wants you to do, leave me a note at the desk, and we’ll make an arrangement.”
Bill nodded. “Good-bye, then,” he said.
“You don’t want a nightcap?” Was he hoping to be offered a bottle of blood? Eric’s eyes went to the refrigerator, then to me. I was sorry I was wearing a thin nylon robe instead of something bulky and chenille. “Warm from the vessel?” Bill maintained a stony silence.
His gaze lingering on me until the last minute, Eric stepped through the door and Bill locked it behind him. “You think he’s listening outside?” I asked Bill, as he untied the sash of my robe.
“I don’t care,” Bill said, and bent his head to other things.
W
HEN I GOT up, about one o’clock in the afternoon, the hotel had a silent feel to it. Of course, most of the guests were sleeping. Maids would not come into a room during the day. I had noted the security last night—vampire guards. The daytime would be different, since daytime guarding was what the guests were paying so heavily for. I called room service for the first time in my life and ordered breakfast. I was as hungry as a horse, since I hadn’t eaten last night at all. I was showered and wrapped up in my robe when the waiter knocked on the door, and after I’d made sure he was who he said he was, I let him in.
After my attempted abduction at the airport the day before, I wasn’t taking anything for granted. I held the pepper spray down by my side as the young man laid out the food and the coffeepot. If he took one step toward the door behind which Bill slept in his coffin, I would zap him. But this fellow, Arturo, had been well trained, and his eyes never even strayed toward the bedroom. He never looked directly at me, either. He was thinking about me, though, and I wished I’d put on a bra before I let him in.
When he’d gone—and as Bill had instructed me, I added a tip to the room ticket I signed—I ate everything he’d brought: sausage and pancakes and a bowl of melon balls. Oh gosh, it tasted good. The syrup was real maple syrup, and the fruit was just ripe enough. The sausage was wonderful. I was glad Bill wasn’t around to watch and make me feel uncomfortable. He didn’t really like to see me eat, and he hated it if I ate garlic.
I brushed my teeth and hair and got my makeup situated. It was time to prepare for my visit to the Fellowship Center. I sectioned my hair and pinned it up, and got the wig out of its box. It was short and brown and really undistinguished. I had thought Bill was nuts when he’d suggested I get a wig, and I still wondered why it had occurred to him I might need one, but I was glad to have it. I had a pair of glasses like Stan’s, serving the same camouflaging purpose, and I put them on. There was a little magnification in the bottom part, so I could legitimately claim they were reading glasses.
What did fanatics wear to go to a fanatic gathering place? In my limited experience, fanatics were usually conservative in dress, either because they were too preoccupied with other concerns to think about it or because they saw something evil in dressing stylishly. If I’d been at home I’d have run to Wal-Mart and been right on the money, but I was here in the expensive, windowless Silent Shores. However, Bill had told me to call the front desk for anything I needed. So I did.
“Front desk,” said a human who was trying to copy the smooth cool voice of an older vampire. “How may I help you?” I felt like telling him to give it up. Who wants an imitation when the real thing is under the roof?
“This is Sookie Stackhouse in three-fourteen. I need a long denim skirt, size eight, and a pastel flowered blouse or knit top, same size.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, after a longish pause. “When shall I have those for you?”
“Soon.” Gee, this was a lot of fun. “As a matter of fact, the sooner the better.” I was getting into this. I loved being on someone else’s expense account.