Day Shift (Midnight, Texas)

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9780425263198: Day Shift (Midnight, Texas)

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In Midnight Crossroad, Charlaine Harris “capture[d] the same magic as the world of Bon Temps, Louisiana, and [took] it to another level" (Houston Press). Now the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse novels returns to the one-traffic-light town you see only when you’re on the way to someplace else...


There is no such thing as bad publicity, except in Midnight, Texas, where the residents like to keep to themselves. Even in a town full of secretive people, Olivia Charity is an enigma. She lives with the vampire Lemuel, but no one knows what she does; they only know that she’s beautiful and dangerous.

Psychic Manfred Bernardo finds out just how dangerous when he goes on a working weekend to Dallas and sees Olivia there with a couple who are both found dead the next day. To make matters worse, one of Manfred’s regular—and very wealthy—clients dies during a reading.

Manfred returns from Dallas embroiled in scandal and hounded by the press. He turns to Olivia for help; somehow he knows that the mysterious Olivia can get things back to normal. As normal as things get in Midnight...

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About the Author :

Charlaine Harris is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Sookie Stackhouse and Midnight, Texas, fantasy/mystery series and the Aurora Teagarden, Harper Connelly, and Lily Bard mystery series. Her books have inspired HBO’s True Blood, NBC’s Midnight, Texas, and the Aurora Teagarden movies for Hallmark Movies & Mysteries. She has lived in the South her entire life.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof***

Copyright © 2015 Charlaine Harris

 

DAY SHIFT

By Charlaine Harris

 

            It isn’t the rumbling of the trucks that seizes Manfred Bernardo’s attention: it is the silence that falls when their ignitions die. Big trucks often go through Midnight, slowing to stop for (or speeding up to beat) the traffic light at the intersection of the Davy highway and Witch Light Road. Since Manfred’s rented house lies on Witch Light Road, he’s grown used to the sound until it is simply background music.  But the absence of that sound pierces his preoccupation. He’s on his feet and opening the front door before he’s aware of pushing back from his desk. He grabs a jacket from the rack by the door.

            Glancing cross the road, he sees his friend Fiji Cavanaugh come out into her front garden, which is at its bleakest in January. It’s cold today, by Texas standards, but sunny. Her cat, Mr. Snuggly, a golden tabby, is at his current favorite sunning spot, the base of the pot where Fiji plans to try a gardenia. Even Mr. Snuggly is staring west.

            Manfred exchanges a nod with Fiji, who is bundled in a quilted coat. He notes that today she has inexplicably arranged her hair in two dog-ears, like a six-year-old. Then he turns his attention back to the trucks. One is an equipment truck, and it’s laden with building supplies: boards, bricks, electrician’s wire, plumbing pipes, hardware. Two battered white vans have disgorged a clown-car number of small brown men, wearing hoodies they will surely discard as the day warms. Emerging from a Lexus, clearly in charge, is a tall white woman in tan slacks and a blue silk Tee shirt. She’s wearing a faux-fur vest.  Her thick brown hair is gathered back into a sleek ponytail, and she wears silver earrings and a silver necklace. She also wears glasses, with big square tortoise-shell frames, and her lipstick is an aggressive red.

            All these various vehicles, with all their assortment of passengers, have converged around the defunct Midnight Hotel at the southwest corner of the intersection. As far as Manfred knows, it has been closed for decades. The work crews immediately start pulling the boards off the doors and windows and tossing the ancient plywood into a large skip yet another truck has deposited on the cracked sidewalk. The workmen swarm into the dark interior of the hotel.

            It reminds Manfred of a giant boot kicking a dormant anthill.

            Within five minutes, Fiji has crossed the road to join him. Simultaneously, Bobo Winthrop saunters down the steps of his business and residence, Midnight Pawn, which is situated at the same intersection as the Midnight Hotel, but catty-cornered to it. Manfred sees (with resignation) that Bobo is looking quietly handsome today, though he’s wearing faded jeans and an ancient Tee shirt with an equally ancient flannel shirt open over it. Manfred and Fiji stand with Bobo, and as they do, Manfred sees that west of the intersection, Teacher Reed has come out of Gas N Go; it’s directly across the highway from the pawnshop on the east and the hotel on the south. His statuesque wife, Madonna, is standing on the sidewalk in front of the Home Cookin Restaurant with Grady, the baby, who’s wrapped in a blanket. She’s holding Grady with one arm, shading her eyes with the other. Across the street from Madonna, Joe Strong and Chuy Villegas have stepped out of the Antique Gallery and Nail Salon.

Even the Rev has come out of his white-painted chapel to cast an unreadable look at all the activity.

            We’re only missing Olivia and Lemuel, Manfred thinks. Of course, Lemuel cannot come out during the day, and Olivia is gone on one of her mysterious business trips.

            After a few more minutes of watching and wondering, Joe Strong takes the initiative and strolls across Witch Light Road. He threads his way through the busy men to Boss Woman, who appears to be looking over some plans on a clipboard -- though Manfred is sure, reading the clues in her stance, that she is well aware of Joe’s approach.

            Boss Woman turns to face Joe, extends her free hand to shake his, a professional smile pasted on her face. She is able to look Joe directly in the eyes, Manfred observes. She seems to like what she sees. In his forties, Joe is well-built and pleasant looking and has a warm manner. His mouth moves; her mouth moves. They grin at each other without sincerity. Manfred thinks, It’s like watching a ritual. In his peripheral vision, he spies the Rev retreating into his chapel, but the rest of the Midnighters stay outside.

Bobo turns to Manfred. “Had you heard anything about this?” he asks.

            “No. Believe me, I would have spread the word,” Manfred tells his landlord. “This is a big thing, right?” He is aware that he feels ridiculously excited by this development in the small town where he’s lived for less than a year. Rein it in, he advises himself. It’s not like the circus has come to town.

            And yet, in a way, it’s exactly like that. Fiji’s round, pretty, face reflects his curiosity. Her eyes are lit up.

            “What do you think?” she says, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “They’re going to reopen the hotel, huh? How can they even get it back up to code? It’s been closed so many years. Everything will need to be ripped out and replaced. Plumbing, electricity . . . floors . . .”

            Bobo nods. “I’ve been in there. Right after I moved here, Lem and I went in one night. There was a loose board at the back, and Lem pried it open. We had flashlights. He just wanted to show it to me.”

            “What was it like?” Manfred asks.

            “Spooky as hell. The old reception desk with all the pigeonholes for mail is still there. The light fixtures were just hanging down with all these cobwebs. Like a horror movie. High ceilings. Wallpaper coming off in shreds. Smelled like mice. We didn’t even go to the second floor. The stairs were a death trap.” He smiles. “Lem remembered it when it was open. He said it was pretty nice then.”

            Lemuel is well over a century and a half old, so it is not surprising that he can remember the hotel in its heyday.

            “So why would anyone spend the money to renovate it?” Manfred says out loud, since that is the question on all their minds. “Wouldn’t it be cheaper to build a Motel 6 if you felt like Midnight could support a hotel?”

            “Who wants to spend the night here?” Fiji asks, another question they’ve all thought about. “There are three motels in Davy if you go north, and at least six over in Marthasburg if you go west. If you go to the Interstate, there are a skadillion [I love that word] places to stay. Besides, Home Cookin isn’t open for breakfast.” It’s the only restaurant within fifteen miles.

            They contemplate all those facts in silence.

            “How many rooms in that hotel?” Manfred asks Bobo.

            Bobo looks down at him, blue eyes narrowed in thought.  “I wouldn’t think more than twelve,” he concludes, having done some silent calculations. “The ground floor is the lobby and the kitchen and the dining room, plus there was an ancient phone booth, don’t know when that went in . . . and there weren’t bathrooms in the rooms . . . so, say four guest rooms on the ground floor plus a bathroom and the public rooms, and then eight on the second floor plus two bathrooms? And the third floor was storage, and staff rooms, Lem said.”

            Fiji grabs Bobo’s arm. “You said dining room?”

            “Yeah,” Bobo says, surprised by her agitation. “Oh. I get it. The Reeds.”

            “I don’t know how Home Cookin keeps open anyway. Really. Think about it. How?” Manfred spreads his open hands as he asks them.

            But Bobo and Fiji ignore Manfred’s question. They are just glad to have a good cook like Madonna in Midnight.

            “If they don’t open the dining room . . .” Bobo says.

            “It’ll be a good thing,” Fiji ends his thought. “Home Cookin will be busy, Gas N Go will be busy, and maybe even Joe and Chuy will sell more antiques and do more nails.”

            “Huh,” Manfred says. “That would be all right.” Though he really feels he doesn’t want anything to change in Midnight, he makes himself admit that a touch of prosperity would be good for the town. His own business is done by telephone and internet, and does not depend on foot traffic.

            Manfred’s cell phone rings, and Manfred whips it out of his pocket. He doesn’t have to look at the caller i.d. to know it’s Joe, whom he’s watched walking back to Chuy.

            “We need to have a meeting tonight,” Joe says without preamble. “Maybe Fiji can go ask the Rev, and Bobo can tell Lemuel. Is Olivia in town?”

            “I don’t think so. What time?”

            “Here at the shop, whenever it’s really dark.” There’s a muffled sound while Joe asks Chuy a question. “Seven o’clock good?”

            “Fine, I’ll tell them.”

            “See you then.”

            Manfred ends the conversation and passes along the message.

            “I’ll tell the Rev, but you can’t ever predict what he’ll do,” Fiji says with a shrug.

            “I’ll put a note downstairs for Lemuel,” Bobo says. “He’ll see it the minute he gets up. Maybe Olivia will be back by then.”

            That night, when the work crews have gone and the tall woman, too, the inhabitants of Midnight assemble in the Antique Gallery and Nail Salon. They can hear Rasta yapping occasionally upstairs in the very nice apartment Joe and Chuy share. “I thought he might wake up Grady,” Chuy explains. “He’ll calm down in a second.”

Sure enough, Rasta falls silent after everyone has filtered in. The salon area is the front right corner of the store, and the antiques, dusted  and arranged attractively, take up the rest. Joe has assembled some folding chairs and an old loveseat around a refreshments table. He and Chuy have made lemonade and tea, and there are a couple of bottles of wine. They’ve put out a cheese and cracker tray. Fiji has brought a bowl of toasted, salted pecans. Manfred tries one to be polite, then finds it hard to resist grabbing a handful.

When they all have drinks and food, they choose seats.

            Madonna and Teacher settle on the loveseat, with baby Grady drowsing on Madonna’s chest. Madonna is regal and a little scary, and she’s never been especially friendly. Her husband Teacher, who is running the Gas N Go until another buyer is in place, is the town handyman. Teacher is good at everything. Since he’s been working at the convenience store full-time, projects are going undone in the town, and everyone is ready for a return to the status quo, including Teacher. Soon Grady will begin walking, and Madonna’s already worried about cooking at the restaurant with a mobile son who wants to explore.

            Joe stands in front of the motley assortment of chairs on which they’ve perched, and begins, “Here’s what I know.”

            They all fall silent and look attentive.

            “The woman in charge is Eva Culhane. She’s not the owner. She’s his or her agent. I don’t know who the real owner is, she was real close-mouthed about that. Here’s what she told me. The hotel is going to reopen as a hotel. But the four rooms on the bottom floor will be made into two suites with their own bathrooms, and four rooms on the upper floor will get the same treatment. These will be residence rooms.”

            There is an intake of breath because so many people have questions.

            “Wait,” Joe says. “Wait!”

            There’s a little laughter, but they are all too curious or anxious to be very amused.

            “The residence rooms will be for people who are in the area for a long-term job, like working for three months at Magic Portal. Or people who are waiting to get in to an elder-care situation. As an aside, Eva Culhane told me that there’s a waiting list for all the elder-care places in a 60-mile radius. The remaining rooms will be conventional hotel rooms. There’ll be two people living there as staff. They’ll provide breakfast for residents and whoever stays at the hotel. Lunch and dinner will be cooked for permanent residents only, is what I got out of it.”

            Madonna’s shoulders relax visibly. She gets a few diners from Magic Portal, which is an internet company, every month. Thanks to Magic Portal, Midnight has great internet. And elderly people like traditional food, which is what Madonna cooks.

            “What kind of staff?” Fiji asks.

            “There’ll be two people in residence,” Joe repeated.

            “Will one of them be a ...

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