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"Did you meet Calvin Norris?"
"I did. He got Crystal to talk to me, and he made me a most unusual offer."
"What's that?"
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"I'll tell you some other time." For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how to phrase it. I looked down at
my hands, which were busy rinsing out a beer mug, and I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Calvin's an okay guy, as far as I know," Sam said slowly. "He works at Norcross, and he's a crew
leader. Good insurance, retirement package, everything. Some of the other guys from Hotshot own a
welding shop. I hear they do good work. But I don't know what goes on in Hotshot after they go home
at night, and I don't think anyone else does, either. Did you know Sheriff Dowdy, John Dowdy? He was
sheriff before I moved here, I think."
"Yeah, I remember him. He hauled Jason in one time for vandalism. Gran had to go get him out of jail.
Sheriff Dowdy read Jason a lecture that had him scared straight, at least for a while."
"Sid Matt told me a story one night. It seems that one spring, John Dowdy went out to Hotshot to arrest
Calvin Norris's oldest brother, Carlton."
"For what?" Sid Matt Lancaster was an old and well-known lawyer.
"Statutory rape. The girl was willing, and she was even experienced, but she was underage. She had a
new stepdad, and he decided Carlton had disrespected him."
No politically correct stance could cover all those circumstances. "So what happened?"
"No one knows. Late that night, John Dowdy's patrol car was found halfway back into town from
Hotshot. No one in it. No blood, no fingerprints. He hasn't ever been seen since. No one in Hotshot
remembered seeing him that day, they said."
"Like Jason," I said bleakly. "He just vanished."
"But Jason was at his own house, and according to you, Crystal didn't seem to be involved."
I threw off the grip of the strange little story. "You're right. Did anyone ever find out what happened to
Sheriff Dowdy?"
"No. But no one ever saw Carlton Norris again, either."
Now, that was the interesting part. "And the moral of this story is?"
"That the people of Hotshot take care of their own justice."
"Then you want them on your side." I extracted my own moral from the story.
"Yes," Sam said. "You definitely want them on your side. You don't remember this? It was around
fifteen years ago."
"I was coping with my own troubles then," I explained. I'd been an orphaned nine-year-old, coping with
my growing telepathic powers.
Shortly after that, people began to stop by the bar on their way home from work. Sam and I didn't get a
chance to talk the rest of the evening, which was fine with me. I was very fond of Sam, who'd often had a
starring role in some of my most private fantasies, but at this point, I had so much to worry about I just
couldn't take on any more.
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That night, I discovered that some people thought Jason's disappearance improved Bon Temps society.
Among these were Andy Bellefleur and his sister, Portia, who stopped by Merlotte's for supper, since
their grandmother Caroline was having a dinner party and they were staying out of the way. Andy was a
police detective and Portia was a lawyer, and they were both not on my list of favorite people. For one
thing (a kind of sour-grapey thing), when Bill had found out they were his descendants, he'd made an
elaborate plan to give the Bellefleurs money anonymously, and they'd really enjoyed their mysterious
legacy to the hilt. But they couldn't stand Bill himself, and it made me constantly irritated to see their new
cars and expensive clothes and the new roof on the Bellefleur mansion, when they dissed Bill all the
time and me, too, for being Bill's girlfriend.
Andy had been pretty nice to me before I started dating Bill. At least he'd been civil and left a decent tip.
I'd just been invisible to Portia, who had her own share of personal woes. She'd come up with a suitor,
I'd heard, and I wondered maliciously if that might not be due to the sudden upsurge in the Bellefleur
family fortunes. I also wondered, at times, if Andy and Portia got happy in direct proportion to my
misery. They were in fine fettle this winter evening, both tucking into their hamburgers with great zest.
"Sorry about your brother, Sookie," Andy said, as I refilled his tea glass.
I looked down at him, my face expressionless.Liar , I thought. After a second, Andy's eyes darted
uneasily away from mine to light on the saltshaker, which seemed to have become peculiarly fascinating.
"Have you seen Bill lately?" Portia asked, patting her mouth with a napkin. She was trying to break the
uneasy silence with a pleasant query, but I just got angrier.
"No," I said. "Can I get you all anything else?"
"No, thanks, we're just fine," she said quickly. I spun on my heel and walked away. Then my mouth
puckered in a smile. Just as I was thinking,Bitch , Portia was thinking,What a bitch .
Her ass is hot, Andy chimed in. Gosh, telepathy. What a blast. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I
envied people who only heard with their ears.
Kevin and Kenya came in, too, very carefully not drinking. Theirs was a partnership that had given the
people of Bon Temps much hilarity. Lily white Kevin was thin and reedy, a long-distance runner; all the
equipment he had to wear on his uniform belt seemed almost too much for him to carry. His partner,
Kenya, was two inches taller, pounds heavier, and fifteen shades darker. The men at the bar had been
putting bets down for two years on whether or not they'd become lovers of course, the guys at the bar
didn't put it as nicely as that.
I was unwillingly aware that Kenya (and her handcuffs and nightstick) featured in all too many patrons'
daydreams, and I also knew that the men who teased and derided Kevin the most mercilessly were the
ones who had the most lurid fantasies. As I carried hamburger baskets over to Kevin and Kenya's table,
I could tell that Kenya was wondering whether she should suggest to Bud Dearborn that he call in the
tracking dogs from a neighboring parish in the search for Jason, while Kevin was worried about his
mother's heart, which had been acting up more than usual lately.
"Sookie," Kevin said, after I'd brought them a bottle of ketchup, "I meant to tell you, some people came
by the police department today putting out posters about a vampire."
"I saw one at the grocery," I said.
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