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and they were looking perhaps one-fiftieth embarrassed, when Portia Bellefleur got out of her car and ran
to her brother. "What have you done to Andy?" she said, her voice harsh and cracking. "You damn
vampires." She pulled the collar of Andy's shirt this way and that, looking for puncture marks.
"They saved his life," I told her.
Eric looked at Portia for a long moment, evaluating her, and then he began to search the cars of the dead
revelers. He'd gotten their car keys, which I didn't want to picture.
Bill went over to Andy and said, "Wake up," in the quietest voice, so quiet it could hardly be heard a
few feet away.
Andy blinked. He looked over at me, confused that I wasn't still in his grasp, I guess. He saw Bill, so
close to him, and he flinched, expecting retaliation. He registered that Portia was at his side. Then he
looked past Bill at the cabin.
"It's on fire," he observed, slowly.
"Yes," Bill said. "They are all dead, except the two who've gone back into town. They knew nothing."
"Then . . . these people did kill Lafayette?"
"Yes," I said. "Mike, and the Hardaways, and I guess maybe Jan knew about it."
"But I haven't got any proof."
"Oh, I think so," Eric called. He was looking down into the trunk of Mike Spencer's Lincoln.
We all moved to the car to see. Bill's and Eric's superior vision made it easy for them to tell there was
blood in die trunk, blood and some stained clothes and a wallet. Eric reached down and carefully flipped
the wallet open.
"Can you read whose it is?" Andy asked.
"Lafayette Reynold," Eric said.
"So if we just leave the cars like this, and we leave, the police will find what's in the trunk and it'll all be
over. I'll be clear."
"Oh, thank God!" Portia said, and gave a kind of sobbing gasp. Her plain face and thick chestnut hair
caught a gleam of moonlight filtering through the trees. "Oh, Andy, let's go home."
"Portia," Bill said, "look at me."
She glanced up at him, then away. "I'm sorry I led you on like that," she said rapidly. She was ashamed
to apologize to a vampire, you could tell. "I was just trying to get one of the people who came here to
invite me, so I could find out for myself what was going on."
"Sookie did that for you," Bill said mildly.
Portia's gaze darted over to me. "I hope it wasn't too awful, Sookie," she said, surprising me.
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"It was really horrible," I said. Portia cringed. "But it's over."
"Thank you for helping Andy," Portia said bravely.
"I wasn't helping Andy. I was helping Lafayette," I snapped.
She took a deep breath. "Of course," she said, with some dignity. "He was your coworker."
"He wasmy friend ," I corrected.
Her back straightened. "Your friend," she said.
The fire was catching in the cabin now, and soon there would be police and firefighters. It was definitely
time to leave.
I noticed neither Eric nor Bill offered to remove any memories from Andy.
"You better get out of here," I said to him. "You better go back to your house, with Portia, and tell your
grandmama to swear you were there all night."
Without a word, brother and sister piled into Portia's Audi and left. Eric folded himself into the Corvette
for the drive back to Shreveport, and Bill and I went through the woods to Bill's car, concealed in the
trees across the road. He carried me, as he enjoyed doing. I have to say, I enjoyed it, too, on occasion.
This was definitely one of the occasions.
It wasn't far from dawn. One of the longest nights of my life was about to come to a close. I lay back
against the seat of the car, tired beyond reckoning.
"Where did Callisto go?" I asked Bill.
"I have no idea. She moves from place to place. Not too many maenads survived the loss of the god,
and the ones that did find woods, and roam them. They move before their presence is discovered.
They're crafty like that. They love war and its madness. You'll never find them far from a battlefield. I
think they'd all move to the Middle East if there were more woods."
"Callisto was here because . . .?"
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