"Sookie…"
"Well, well. Look what the ghost of seven months past brought in," Pam purred, before seeing the warning in Eric's eyes. "Oh, Eric. I was simply kidding. Keep that ferocity in the bedroom," She chuckled, before darting away to a table of fangbangers.
Seeing Pam's sudden movement caused Sookie's attention to drift to where I was sitting. I summoned her over to me with my first two fingers. She hesitated, probably still angry at me for killing Bill, but what was I to do? I always got what I wanted. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how many copies of "Kill Bill" Pam and I would drop off on Sookie's doorstep while she was at work.
She must have seen my little laugh and thought that I was laughing at her hesitation, for she tossed her hair over her shoulder, straightened up and walked over to where I sat with a swish of her hips.
I straightened up in chair and pointed to the stray chair at my side. "Sit here, please," I insisted.
"I'm not here long, Sheriff; that I can assure you," She said, looking around the room.
"Ah, Sookie. I am a man of business, among…other things," I stated, smiling my fangy smile.
"Look, Eric, let's cut the crap. My brother has gone missing and I want to know where he is. Did you have anything to do with it?"
"Sookie," I said, standing. "Come into my office…"