(Shit what's this crazy bitch doing why did I agree to work for vampires goddamn it I knew it was a bad idea been nothing but straight with these fuckers gotta be an idiot to steal from them Jesus Christ I was the one who reported it...) Sookie's natural kindness takes the reins from her rage and, having shared his mind, can't be bothered to be angry any more. She's naturally Good Cop, thanks to a lifetime playing off Tara and Jason both, but this is about him. "Bruce, it's okay, take a deep breath. Did you steal their money?" He shivers and quakes and swears he didn't, babbling, and she calms him, shushing. "Do you know who did?" (I wish, I would turn that fucker in so fast couldn't have been Ginger she's too dumb although she's hot as shit I'd fuck her if I could) And that's enough of that: Sookie tells Eric he's clean.

Long Shadow coughs. "You trust the skinny human to clear the fat one?" Bill watches Eric breathe, and nod. Yes, he trusts the skinny human. She's guileless; vulnerability as power, passive mindreading as the ultimate aggression: Sookie's a Steel Magnolia because she has no other options than complete honesty. This has been her most dishonest day, and her most insanely disclosing day too, but even so. If she had anything to hide, she would hide it, or at least make the attempt not to be a bitch whenever she opens her mouth. You know what I mean? She's not scared, but she's not dissembling either. Bill practically cries, relieved, as Eric nods his approval of Sookie and orders the next human brought in.

"The Fourth Man In The Fire," by Johnny Cash, starts playing on Jason's radio as they wait for Lafayette to leave Eddie's; Amy plays crazily with her hair. The song's about salvation; about the thing that's with you even when you're being destroyed, that reminds you to come home. They forgot that. It was a flash flood. They watch him drive away, and Amy starts going through her purse. She wraps the silver lariat around her neck, and Jason asks what her plan is: will they buy the man's blood? "Just remember your lines, that's all I need from you. I'll handle the rest." Jason's all, I am going to end up having gay sex tonight, I just know it and Amy's like, shut up. "I know you probably don't think I'm all that smart, but I do know that that vampire can kill us both before we even get in the door." She breathes, grossed out; she breathes out fear and breathes in the hunt. Jason looks down in her purse, and sees the new weapon inside, jumping in horror. This is premeditated. Get out of there, Stackhouse.