Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [633]
“Oh, you knew Waldo,” I said, to interrupt the flow. Waldo, once the queen’s favorite—not in bed, but as a lackey, I thought—had resented being supplanted by my cousin Hadley. When Hadley remained in favor with the queen for an unprecedented length of time, Waldo lured her to St. Louis Cemetery Number One with the ruse of pretending they were going to raise the spirit of Marie Laveau, the notorious voodoo queen of New Orleans. Instead, he’d killed Hadley and blamed it on the Fellowship of the Sun. Mr. Cataliades had nudged me in the right direction until I’d figured out Waldo’s guilt, and the queen had given me the opportunity to execute Waldo myself—that was the queen’s idea of a big favor. I’d taken a pass on that. But he was finally, definitely dead, now, just like Hadley. I shuddered.
“Well, I know him better than I want to,” she said, with the frankness that seemed to be Amelia Broadway’s defining characteristic. “I hear you using the past tense, though. Dare I hope that Waldo has gone to his final destination?”
“You can,” I said. “Dare, that is.”
“Oo-wee,” she said happily. “My, my, my.”
At least I’d brightened someone’s day. I could see in Amelia’s thoughts how much she’d disliked the older vampire, and I didn’t blame her. He’d been loathsome. Amelia was a single-minded kind of woman, which must make her a formidable witch. But right now she should have been thinking about other possibilities involving me, and she wasn’t. There’s a downside to being focused on a goal.
“So you want to clear out Hadley’s apartment because you think your building won’t be targeted any more? By these thieves who’ve learned that Hadley’s dead?”
“Right,” she said, taking a final gulp of her coffee. “I kind of like knowing someone else is here, too. Having the apartment empty just gives me the creeps. At least vampires can’t leave ghosts behind.”
“I didn’t know that,” I said. And I’d never thought about it, either.
“No vamp ghosts,” Amelia said blithely. “Nary a one. Got to be human to leave a ghost behind. Hey, you want me to do a reading on you? I know, I know, it’s kind of scary, but I promise, I’m good at it!” She was thinking that it would be fun to give me a touristy-type thrill, since I wouldn’t be in New Orleans long; she also believed that the nicer she was to me, the quicker I’d clean out Hadley’s place so she could have the use of it back.
“Sure,” I said slowly. “You can do a reading, right now, if you want.” This might be a good measure of how gifted a witch Amelia really was. She sure didn’t bear any resemblance to the witch stereotype. Amelia looked scrubbed and glowing and healthy, like a happy suburban housewife with a Ford Explorer and an Irish setter. But quick as a wink, Amelia extricated a Tarot pack from a pocket of her cargo shorts and leaned over the coffee table to deal them out. She did this in a quick and professional way that didn’t make a bit of sense to me.
After poring over the pictures for a minute, her gaze stopped roaming over the cards and fixed on the table. Her face reddened, and she closed her eyes as if she were feeling mortified. Of course, she was.
“Okay,” she said at last, her voice calm and flat. “What are you?”
“Telepath.”
“I’m always making assumptions! Why don’t I learn!”
“No one thinks of me as scary,” I said, trying to sound gentle, and she winced.
“Well, I won