Dead Until Dark by Charlaine Harris Read Free Book Online

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    "And what about the dog?" I said.
    I turned to look at my savior.
    He wasn't there.

Chapter 2

    I GOT UP very late the next morning, which was not too surprising. Gran had been asleep when I got home, to my relief, and I was able to climb into my bed without waking her. 1 WAS DRINKING a cup of coffee at the kitchen table and Gran was cleaning out the pantry when the phone rang. Gran eased her bottom up onto the stool by the counter, her normal chatting perch, to answer it.
    "Hel-lo,"she said. For some reason, she always sounded put out, as if a phone call were the last thing on earth she wanted. I knew for a fact that wasn't the case.
    "Hey, Everlee. No, sitting here talking to Sookie, she just got up. No, I haven't heard any news today. No, no one called me yet. What? What tornado? Last night was clear. Four Tracks Corner? It did? No!
    No, it did not! Really? Both of 'em? Um, um, um. What did Mike Spencer say?" Mike Spencer was our parish coroner. I began to have a creepy feeling. I finished my coffee and poured myself an-other cup. I thought I was going to need it.
    Gran hung up a minute later. "Sookie, you are not going to believe what has happened!" I was willing to bet I would believe it.
    "What?" I asked, trying not to look guilty.
    "No matter how smooth the weather looked last night, a tornado must have touched down at Four Tracks Corner! It turned over that rent trailer in the clearing there. The couple that was staying in it, they Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    both got killed, trapped under the trailer somehow and crushed to a pulp. Mike says he hasn't seen anything like it."
    "Is he sending the bodies for autopsy?"
    "Well, I think he has to, though the cause of death seems clear enough, according to Stella. The trailer is over on its side, their car is halfway on top of it, and trees are pulled up in the yard."
    "My God," I whispered, thinking of the strength necessary to accomplish the staging of that scene.
    "Honey, you didn't tell me if your friend the vampire came in last night?" I jumped in a guilty way until I realized that in Gran's mind, she'd changed subjects. She'd been asking me if I'd seen Bill every day, and now, at last, I could tell her yes— but not with a light heart. Predictably, Gran was excited out of her gourd. She flut-tered around the kitchen as if Prince Charles were the ex-pected guest.
    "Tomorrow night. Now what time's he coming?" she asked.
    "After dark. That's as close as I can get."
    "We're on daylight saving time, so that'll be pretty late." Gran considered. "Good, we'll have time to eat supper and clear it away beforehand. And we'll have all day tomorrow to clean the house. I haven't cleaned that area rug in a year, I bet!"
    "Gran, we're talking about a guy who sleeps in the ground all day," I reminded her. "I don't think he'd ever look at the rug."
    "Well, if I'm not doing it for him, then I'm doing it for me, so I can feel proud," Gran said unanswerably.
    "Besides, young lady, how do you know where he sleeps?"
    "Good question, Gran. I don't. But he has to keep out of the light and he has to keep safe, so that's my guess."
    Nothing would prevent my grandmother from going into a house-proud frenzy, I realized very shortly. While I was getting ready for work, she went to the grocery and rented a rug cleaner and set to cleaning. On my way to Merlotte's, I detoured north a bit and drove by the Four Tracks Corner. It was a crossroads as old as human habitation of the area. Now formalized by road signs and pavement, local lore said it was the intersection of two hunting trails. Sooner or later, there would be ranch-style houses and strip malls lining the roads, I guessed, but for now it was woods and the hunting was still good, according to Jason.
    Since there was nothing to prevent me, I drove down the rutted path that led to the clearing where the Rattrays' rented trailer had stood. I stopped my car and stared out the wind-shield,