Tray Dawson is driving Sookie over to Alcide’s and tells Sookie why he’s throwing in his lot with the Herveaux wolves. Patrick Furnan, cock that he is, tried to put him put of business by beating him up and busting up his motorcycle repair shop. The police, as always in the Harris universe, did nothing as they do not like Dawson for internal-police political reasons (he used to be a cop).
He asks her whether she killed Debbie Pelt and Sookie tells him the truth.
“Good for you. Someone needed to do it.”
Okay, let me remind you that Debbie in her limited appearances was not a horrible woman. Angry, yes, and a bit of a bitch, but certainly not someone who you should wish death on.
They arrive at Amanda’s house, and after passing the ‘who’s there’ test, Sookie and Dawson go on in. They tell Alcide the results of the ectoplasmic reconstruction.
“Furnan’s hired help, so we’re within our rights to kill on sight.”
Man, this is going to be a bloody, bloody uh, blood bath of a book. The were who attacked Sookie was called Lucky and worked with Patrick Furnan at his shop. Furnan has issues. Alcide has issues as well. Even though his girlfriend was brutally murdered on the orders of the man, he is absolutely livid that Sookie had a ‘leisurely dinner at an expensive restaurant, with another man’.
“Men are incomprehensible assholes,” I said to Amelia.
“No shit,” she said. “When I was searching for Bob today, I found a female cat in the woods with kittens. And guess what? They were all black-and-white. So to hell with the promise I made him, right? He can go have sex; I can have sex. And if he vomits on my bedspread again, I’ll get after him with the broom.”
Anyway, Sookie pops on down to work (remember – she still does that) and there’s a group of Fellowship of the Sun members in. Seeing as they were sort of implicated in the bombing at the hotel in the last book, how come they’re still allowed to operate and exist? I thought America was down on the whole terrorism thing. But, no, the Fellowship is on the rise.
I’d recently seen a bumper sticker that read, “I’ll say vamps are alive when you pry my cold dead fingers from my ripper-out throat.”
That’s neither pithy or witty.
Then Pam walks in.
Her dress had little puff sleeves with white trim, and her collar had white trim, too. The tiny buttons down the front of her bodice were white, to match the polka dots on the skirt.
I would wear the hell out of that. God’s honest truth, I would. That’s right up my alley, style wise. Pam is here to go on a date with Amelia.
I LOVE THE HELL OUT OF THIS BUT THE FELLOWSHIP OF THE SUN ARSEHOLES ARE ARSEHOLES who’da guessed, huh? AND THEN SOOKIE IS ENTIRELY UNPROFESSIONAL AND PISSES THEM ALL OFF FURTHER. Wise move.
Dawson is waiting like a creeper by Sookie’s car to escort her home as more were women have been found dead and then asks questions about Quinn. Resolve that plotline already.
My last Supernatural review for season one is up on youtube! I’ll be starting to review season two in about a month, but I’ll also be re-editing my season one reviews, putting them on this blog and up on blip, and starting a facebook page. I’d be forever grateful if you were to like it when I start it.