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had a we're-men-together guffaw.

"Naw, Terrell," said the salesman. "I don't care for vampire leavings."
"You be polite, or you go out the door," I said steadily. I felt warmth at my back, and I knew my

boss, Sam Merlotte, was looking at them over my shoulder.

"Trouble?" he asked.

"They were just about to apologize," I said, looking Chuck and Terrell in the eyes. They looked

down at their beers.

"Sorry, Sookie," Chuck mumbled, and Terrell bobbed his head in agreement. I nodded and

turned to take care of another order. But they'd succeeded in hurting me.

Which was their goal.

I had an ache around my heart.

I was sure the general populace of Bon Temps, Louisiana, didn't know about our estrangement.

Bill sure wasn't in the habit of blabbing his personal business around, and neither was I. Arlene and Tara

knew a little about it, of course, since you have to tell your best friends when you've broken up with your

guy, even if you have to leave out all the interesting details. (Like the fact that you'd killed the woman he

left you for. Which I couldn't help. Really.) So anyone who told me Bill had gone out of the country,

assuming I didn't know it yet, was just being malicious.

Until Bill's recent visit to my house, I'd last seen him when I'd given him the disks and computer

he'd hidden with me. I'd driven up at dusk, so the machine wouldn't be sitting on his front porch for long.

I'd put all his stuff up against the door in a big waterproofed box. He'd come out just as I was driving

away, but I hadn't stopped.

An evil woman would have given the disks to Bill's boss, Eric. A lesser woman would have kept

those disks and that computer, having rescinded Bill's (and Eric's) invitations to enter the house. I had

told myself proudly that I was not an evil, or a lesser, woman.

Also, thinking practically, Bill could just have hired some human to break into my house and take

them. I didn't think he would. But he needed them bad, or he'd be in trouble with his boss's boss. I've got