Anyway, the trailer is so fucked there's a chair in a tree, but so specifically targeted that everything else is calm and peaceful. Sookie stares and stares and a big black van drives up just then. There's a funny man in a boat, fishing, in an airbrushed painting on the side of the van. A guy named Mike Spencer gets out of the van in a coroner's vest and says hello; he was her parents' undertaker, which means she's known him I guess for most of her life. Now he's also the Parish Coroner, which Sookie notes is convenient for him, in terms of generating multiple streams of revenue. He laughs shyly. Sherriff Bud gets out of the van and tells Sookie it's a restricted crime scene and asks why she's there. She goes into Lolita mode automatically, perfectly innocent and perfectly intimate: "Oh, well when I heard what happened, I just had to come look. What an awful thing!" Bud allows as how Sookie wasn't fond of the Rattrays, and in fact heard from his niece, an ER nurse in Monroe, that "somebody" fucked up Mack real bad last night. (Which I can't figure out, because he's talking about the chain thing, but that was two nights ago at least, because Sookie wore this bikini the morning after that, and then went to work.) Mike says the rumor is that Sookie was the one that did it, and Sookie doesn't even give a slight fuck: "Well? They were hurting a friend of mine." I love that everybody, including Sookie and most viewers, just assumes she fights like a motherfucker and none of them even question how she could take down a couple of crackheads by throwing a chain underhand approximately one yard and then sitting back and watching quietly like she'd rather be knitting.

"This be that vampire I been hearing about? The one who was living at the old Compton house?" Sookie is enchanted! "The old Compton house? Just across the field from my house?" Mike Spencer asks Sookie if Adele's just letting her hang out with fangs now, and she turns a wild look on him: "You can take that up with her. I'm sure she'd just love to know that somebody thinks she's not taking proper care of me." She explains to Bud how they were draining Bill, which is against the law after all, so she was just doing her civic duty when she beat the shit out of them. "...And now they're dead," the Sherriff says, acting just like he does in every scene that every word out of his mouth is this Hercule Poirot like moment of glory where he's finally got you. "Um, tornado?" Bud levels yet another astounding feat of logic at her: "Tornados hop." Also, nobody noticed a tornado last night. Besides the Rattrays, of course, who noticed it like whoa. Sookie asks them if they're honestly suggesting that one man could do this, and Mike coughs: "He's not a man." Sookie thinks about that, standing in the wreckage that seems to suggest Mike's not entirely off-base, but quickly enough returns to her liberal whitewash rhetoric, masking a return volley as redneck education: "They're really not that different from you and me. If you bothered to try to get to know one..."