Dead to the World (Sookie Stackhouse #4)(35)
Author: Charlaine Harris

"Mr. Norris, I’m Sookie Stackhouse." I wasn’t imagining the increased interest in his expression. "Your niece here went to the New Year’s Eve party at Merlotte’s Bar with my brother, Jason. Sometime the next night, my brother went missing. I want to know if Crystal can tell me anything that might help me find him."

Calvin Norris bent to pat the toddler on the head, and then walked over to the couch where Crystal glowered. He sat beside her, his elbows resting on his knees, his hands dangling, relaxed, between them. His head inclined as he looked into Crystal’s sullen face.

"This is reasonable, Crystal. Girl wants to know where her brother is. Tell her, if you know anything about it."

Crystal snapped at him, "Why should I tell her anything? She comes out here, tries to threaten me."

"Because it’s just common courtesy to help someone in trouble. You didn’t exactly go to her to volunteer help, did you?"

"I didn’t think he was just missing. I thought he – " And her voice cut short as she realized her tongue had led her into trouble.

Calvin’s whole body tensed. He hadn’t expected that Crystal actually knew anything about Jason’s disappearance. He had just wanted her to be polite to me. I could read that, but not much else. I could not decipher their relationship. He had power over the girl, I could tell that easily enough, but what kind? It was more than the authority of an uncle; it felt more like he was her ruler. He might be wearing old work clothes and safety boots, he might look like any blue-collar man in the area, but Calvin Norris was a lot more.

Packmaster, I thought. But who would be in a pack, this far out in the boondocks? Just Crystal? Then I remembered Sam’s veiled warning about the unusual nature of Hotshot, and I had a revelation. Everyone in Hotshot was two-natured.

Was that possible? I wasn’t completely certain Calvin Norris was a Were – but I knew he didn’t change into any bunny. I had to struggle with an almost irresistible impulse to lean over and put my hand on his forearm, touch skin to skin to read his mind as clearly as possible.

I was completely certain about one thing: I wouldn’t want to be anywhere around Hotshot on the three nights of the full moon.

"You’re the barmaid at Merlotte’s," he said, looking into my eyes as intently as he’d looked into Crystal’s.

"I’m a barmaid at Merlotte’s."

"You’re a friend of Sam’s."

"Yes," I said carefully. "I am. I’m a friend of Alcide Herveaux’s, too. And I know Colonel Flood."

These names meant something to Calvin Norris. I wasn’t surprised that Norris would know the names of some prominent Shreveport Weres – and he’d know Sam, of course. It had taken my boss time to connect with the local two-natured community, but he’d been working on it.

Crystal had been listening with wide dark eyes, in no better mood than she had been before. A girl wearing overalls appeared from the back of the house, and she lifted the toddler from his nest of Duplos. Though her face was rounder and less distinctive and her figure was fuller, she was clearly Crystal’s younger sister. She was also just as apparently pregnant again.

"You need anything, Uncle Calvin?" she asked, staring at me over the toddler’s shoulder.

"No, Dawn. Take care of Matthew." She disappeared into the back of the house with her burden. I had guessed right on the sex of the kid.

"Crystal," said Calvin Norris, in a quiet and terrifying voice, "you tell us now what you done."

Crystal had believed she’d gotten away with something, and she was shocked at being ordered to confess.

But she’d obey. After a little fidgeting, she did.

"I was out with Jason on New Year’s Eve," she said. "I’d met him at WalMart in Bon Temps, when I went in to get me a purse."

I sighed. Jason could find potential bedmates anywhere. He was going to end up with some unpleasant disease (if he hadn’t already) or slapped with a paternity suit, and there was nothing I could do about it except watch it happen.

"He asked me if I’d spend New Year’s Eve with him. I had the feeling the woman he’d had a date with had changed her mind, ’cause he’s not the kind of guy to go without lining up a date for something big like that."

I shrugged. Jason could have made and broken dates with five women for New Year’s Eve, for all I knew. And it wasn’t infrequent for women to get so exasperated by his earnest pursuit of anything with a vagina that they broke off plans with him.

"He’s a cute guy, and I like to get out of Hotshot, so I said yeah. He asked me if he could come pick me up, but I knew some of my neighbors wouldn’t like that, so I said I’d just meet him at the Fina station, and then we’d go in his truck. So that’s what we did. And I had a real good time with him, went home with him, had a good night." Her eyes gleamed at me. "You want to know how he is in bed?"

There was a blur of movement, and then there was blood at the corner of her mouth. Calvin’s hand was back dangling between his legs before I even realized he’d moved. "You be polite. Don’t show your worst face to this woman," he said, and his voice was so serious I made up my mind I’d be extra polite, too, just to be safe.

"Okay. That wasn’t nice, I guess," she admitted, in a softer and chastened voice. "Well, I wanted to see him the night after, too, and he wanted to see me again. So I snuck out and went over to his place. He had to leave to see his sister – you? You’re the only sister he’s got?"

I nodded.

"And he said to stay there, he’d be back in a bit. I wanted to go with him, and he said if his sister didn’t have company, that woulda been fine, but she had vamp company, and he didn’t want me to mix with them."

I think Jason knew what my opinion of Crystal Norris would be, and he wanted to dodge hearing it, so he left her at his house.

"Did he come back home?" Calvin said, nudging her out of her reverie.

"Yes," she said, and I tensed.

"What happened then?" Calvin asked, when she stopped again.

"I’m not real sure," she said. "I was in the house, waiting for him, and I heard his truck pull up, and I’m thinking, ‘Oh, good, he’s here, we can party,’ and then I didn’t hear him come up the front steps, and I’m wondering what’s happening, you know? Of course all the outside lights are on, but I didn’t go to the window, ’cause I knew it was him." Of course a Were would know his step, maybe catch his smell. "I’m listening real good," she went on, "and I hear him going around the outside of the house, so I’m thinking he’s going to come in the back door, for some reason – muddy boots, or something."

I took a deep breath. She’d get to the point in just a minute. I just knew she would.