Sookie Stackhouse Boxed Set (Books 1-8) - Charlaine Harris [77]
Jason told me one night when he’d had an extra beer that he’d been back to the police station twice more, and it was driving him crazy. He’d talked to Sid Matt Lancaster, finally, and Sid Matt had advised Jason not to go to the police station any more unless Sid Matt went with him.
“How come they keep hauling you in?” I asked Jason. “There must be something you haven’t told me. Andy Bellefleur hasn’t kept after anybody else, and I know Dawn and Maudette both weren’t too picky about who came home with them.”
Jason looked mortified. I’d never seen my beautiful older brother look as embarrassed.
“Movies,” he mumbled.
I bent closer to be sure I’d heard him right. “Movies?” I said, incredulously.
“Shhh,” he hissed, looking guilty as hell. “We made movies.”
I guess I was just as embarrassed as Jason. Sisters and brothers don’t need to know everything about each other. “And you gave them a copy,” I said tentatively, trying to figure out just how dumb Jason had been.
He looked off in another direction, his hazy blue eyes romantically shiny with tears.
“Moron,” I said. “Even allowing for the fact that you couldn’t know how this was gonna come to public light, what’s gonna happen when you decide to get married? What if one of your ex-flames mails a copy of your little tango to your bride-to-be?”
“Thanks for kicking me when I’m down, Sis.”
I took a deep breath. “Okay, okay. You’ve quit making these little videos, right?”
He nodded emphatically. I didn’t believe him.
“And you told Sid Matt all about it, right?”
He nodded less firmly.
“And you think that’s why Andy is on your case so much?”
“Yeah,” Jason said morosely.
“So, if they test your semen and it isn’t a match for what was inside Maudette and Dawn, you’re clear.” By now, I was as shifty-faced as my brother. We had never talked about semen samples before.
“That’s what Sid Matt says. I just don’t trust that stuff.”
My brother didn’t trust the most reliable scientific evidence that could be presented in a court. “You think Andy’s going to fake the results?”
“No, Andy’s okay. He’s just doing his job. I just don’t know about that DNA stuff.”
“Moron,” I said, and turned away to get another pitcher of beer for four guys from Ruston, college students on a big night out in the boonies. I could only hope Sid Matt Lancaster was good at persuasion.
I spoke to Jason once more before he left Merlotte’s. “Can you help me?” he asked, turning up to me a face I hardly recognized. I was standing by his table, and his date for the night had gone to the ladies’ room.
My brother had never asked me for help before.
“How?”
“Can’t you just read the minds of the men who come in here and find out if one of them did it?”
“That’s not as easy as it sounds, Jason,” I said slowly, thinking as I went along. “For one thing, the man would have to be thinking of his crime while he sat here, at the exact moment I listened in. For another thing, I can’t always read clear thoughts. Some people, it’s just like listening to a radio, I can hear every little thing. Other people, I just get a mass of feelings, not spelled out; it’s like hearing someone talk in their sleep, see? You can hear they’re talking, you can tell if they’re upset or happy, but you can’t hear the exact words. And then other times, I can hear a thought, but I can’t trace it to its source if the room is crowded.”
Jason was staring at me. It was the first time we had talked openly about my disability.
“How do you stop from going crazy?” he asked, shaking his head in amazement.
I was about to try to explain putting up my guard, but Liz Barrett returned to the table, newly lipsticked and fluffed. I watched Jason resume his woman-hunting persona like shrugging on a heavy coat, and I regretted not getting to talk to him more when he was by