Free Sookie 05 Dead As A Doornail by Charlaine Harris Page B

couldn't get rid of Debbie Pelt, dead or alive.
    "Why'd you need to talk to me in the first place?" I asked. "You said over the phone you needed to tell me something."
    "Colonel Flood died yesterday."
    "Oh, I'm so sorry! What happened?"
    "He was driving to the store when another driver hit him broadside."
    "That's awful. Was anyone in the car with him?"
    "No, he was by himself. His kids are coming back to Shreveport for the funeral, of course. I wondered if you'd come to the funeral with me."
    "Of course. It's not private?"
    "No. He knew so many people still stationed at the Air Force base, and he was head of his Neighborhood Watch group and the treasurer of his church, and of course he was the packmaster."
    "He had a big life," I said. "Lots of responsibility."
    "It's tomorrow at one. What's your work schedule?"
    "If I can swap shifts with someone, I'd need to be back here at four thirty to change and go to work."
    "That shouldn't be a problem."
    "Who'll be packmaster now?"
    "I don't know," Alcide said, but his voice wasn't as neutral as I'd expected.
    "Do you want the job?"
    "No." He seemed a little hesitant, I thought, and I felt the conflict in his head. "But my father does." He wasn't finished. I waited.
    "Were funerals are pretty ceremonial," he said, and I realized he was trying to tell me something. I just wasn't sure what it was.
    "Spit it out." Straightforward is always good, as far as I'm concerned.
    "If you think you can overdress for this, you can't," he said. "I know the rest of the shifter world thinks Weres only go for leather and chains, but that's not true. For funerals, we go all out." He wanted to give me even more fashion tips, but he stopped there. I could see the thoughts crowding right behind his eyes, wanting to be let out.
    "Every woman wants to know what's appropriate to wear," I said. "Thanks. I won't wear pants."
    He shook his head. "I know you can do that, but I'm always taken by surprise." I could hear that he was disconcerted. "I'll pick you up at eleven thirty ," he said.
    "Let me see about swapping shifts."
    I called Holly and found it suited her to switch shifts with me. "I can just drive over there and meet you," I offered.
    "No," he said. "I'll come get you and bring you back."
    Okay, if he wanted to go to the trouble of fetching me, I could live with it. I'd save mileage on my car, I figured. My old Nova was none too reliable.
    "All right. I'll be ready."
    "I better go," he said. The silence drew out. I knew Alcide was thinking of kissing me. He leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips. We regarded each other from a few inches apart.
    "Well, I have some things I need to be doing, and you should be going back to Shreveport . I'll be ready at eleven thirty tomorrow."
    After Alcide left, I got my library book, Carolyn Haines's latest, and tried to forget my worries. But for once, a book just couldn't do the trick. I tried a hot soak in the bathtub, and I shaved my legs until they were perfectly smooth. I painted my toenails and fingernails a deep pink and then I plucked my eyebrows. Finally, I felt relaxed, and when I crawled into my bed I had achieved peace through pampering. Sleep came upon me in such a rush that I didn't finish my prayers.

6
    YOU HAVE TO figure out what to wear to a funeral, just like any other social occasion, even if it seems your clothes should be the last thing on your mind. I had liked and admired Colonel Flood during our brief acquaintance, so I wanted to look appropriate at his burial service, especially after Alcide's comments.
    I just couldn't find anything in my closet that seemed right. About eight the next morning, I phoned Tara, who told me where her emergency key was. "Get whatever you need out of my closet," Tara said. "Just be sure you don't go into any other rooms, okay? Go straight from the back door to my room and back out again."
    "That's what I'd be doing anyway," I said, trying not to sound offended. Did Tara think I'd rummage around her house