'You'll sit your ass down on that curb and be quiet. You, what's your name?'
'Claire Danvers.'
'Claire, get in there, find out if Michael Glass is inside. If he's not, find out if his car is missing.'
Claire stared at him, wide-eyed. 'You don't think ...?'
'I don't think anything until I have facts. I need to know who's here, who isn't, and work from there.' The cop transferred his dark stare to Shane, who was starting to get up. 'I already told you, sit your ass down, Collins.'
'I didn't have anything to do with this!'
'If I had to put together a list of prime suspects out to stake some vampires, you'd be right at the top, so yeah, you do. Sit down.'
Shane sat, looking furious. Claire silently begged him not to do anything stupid, and hurried back into the house. Eve was upstairs dressing — black baby-doll tee with a bling-enhanced cartoon Elmer Fudd on the front, and black jeans with clunky Doc Martens.
'It wasn't — '
'I know, I saw,' Eve said. Her voice sounded stuffy, like she'd been crying, or about to. 'It was Sam, right? Is he alive? Or — whatever?'
'I don't know. Richard said something like he could still be okay.' Claire gripped the doorknob tightly, and glanced down the hall. Michael's door was closed. It was always closed. 'Did you look — ?'
'No.' Eve took a deep breath and stood up. 'I'll go with you.'
Michael's door was unlocked, and it was utterly dark inside. Claire flipped on the lights. Michael's bed was empty, neatly made, and the room looked absolutely normal. Eve checked the closets, under the bed, even the master bathroom.
'No sign of him,' she said breathlessly. 'Let's check the garage.'
The garage was a shed in the back, not attached to the house; the two of them went out the back kitchen door and crossed the rutted driveway. The shed's doors were closed.
Eve opened one side, Claire the other.
Michael's car was gone.
'What about work? Could he be at work?'
'TJ's doesn't open until ten,' Eve said. 'Why would he be in there at six?'
'Inventory?'
'You think they're going to call a vampire in at six a.m. to do inventory?' Eve slammed the shed door and kicked it for good measure. 'Where the hell is he? And why the hell don't I have a working cell phone? Why don't you?'
Hers had been lost, Eve's had been smashed, and both of them looked miserably at each other for a few seconds, then without a word, walked to the front yard where Shane was still sitting on the curb. If anybody could sit rebelliously, he was doing it.
'Give me your phone,' Eve demanded and held out her hand. Shane looked at her with a frown. 'Now, dumbass. Michael's not inside, and his car's gone.'
'Michael's got a car? Since when?'
'Since the vampires issued him one. He didn't tell you?'
Shane just shook his head. A muscle jumped in his jaw. 'He doesn't tell me shit, Eve. Not since — '
'Not since you started treating him like the Evil Dead? Yeah. Imagine that.'
He silently handed over his cell phone and looked away, staring at the street where Sam's body had been tossed. Claire wondered if he was thinking about his dad's crusade, about the only good vampire is a dead vampire.
Claire wondered if he really, deep down, still agreed.
Eve dialed and put the phone to her ear. For a tense few seconds nothing happened, and then Claire saw relief melt the tension out of Eve's face and body. 'Michael! Where the hell are you?' Pause. 'Where?' Pause. 'Oh. Okay. I need to tell you — ' Pause. 'You know.' Pause. 'Yeah, we'll — talk later.'
Eve folded the phone and handed it back. Shane slipped it in his pocket again, eyebrows up and signaling questions.
'He's okay,' she said. Her eyes had gone dark and narrow.
'And?'
'And nothing. He's fine. End of story.'
'Bullshit,' Shane said, and tugged her down to sit next to him on the curb. 'Spill it, Eve. Now.'
Claire sat too, on Eve's other side. The curb felt cold and hard, but the good thing was that the patrol car blocked Fenton's view of them. He was talking to the occupants of another car, vampire-tinted, who had pulled up behind the cruiser.
'He was downtown,' she said. 'At the Elder's Council. They pulled him in there early this morning.'
'Who did?'
'The Big Three.' Oliver, Amelie and the mayor, Richard and Monica's dad. 'Amelie just got word about Sam. But Michael's not hurt or anything.' An unspoken for now was at the end of that. Eve was worried. She bent her head closer to Shane's, lowered her voice even further, and said, 'You didn't have anything to do with what happened to Sam, right?'
'Jesus, Eve!'
'I'm only asking because — '
'I know why you're asking,' he whispered back fiercely. 'Hell no. If was going to go after some vampire, it wouldn't have been Sam. I'd be staking somebody like Oliver, make it worth my time. Speaking of Oliver, he'd be my number one suspect.'
'Vampires don't kill their own.'
'He arranged for Brandon to die,' Claire offered. 'I think Oliver's capable of anything. And he'd love to see Amelie even more isolated.' She swallowed hard. 'She told me once that Sam was safer if she didn't keep him close. I guess she was right.'
'Doesn't matter. Oliver keeps his hands clean, no matter what. Some broke-ass human is going to burn for this, and you know it,' Shane said. 'And it happened in front of our house, and nobody's forgotten what happened with my dad. You don't think we're being set up?'
Crap. Shane was right. The fact that Michael was safe was good, but it was also a double-edged sword; it meant that Michael had been gone when Sam had been attacked.
And Michael was the only one of them whose word might be worth anything to the vampires.
Sure enough, Fenton came back around the cruiser and stared at the three of them for a few seconds, then said, 'You're being taken in for questioning. All three of you. Get in the back seat.'
Shane didn't move. 'I'm not going anywhere.'
The policeman sighed and leaned against the quarter panel. 'Son, you've got a lot of attitude, and I respect that. But you'd better catch a clue right now, because either you get in my car, or you get in their car.' He pointed toward the silent dark sedan, the one with vampires inside. 'And I promise you, that won't end so well. You get me?'
Shane nodded, stood, and gave Eve a hand up.
Claire stayed seated. She pulled up the sleeve on her left arm. The bracelet glittered and glimmered in the morning light, and she held it up for Fenton's clear view.
His eyes widened. 'Is that ...?'
'I want to see my Patron,' Claire said. 'Please.'
He went off to talk on his radio, then came back and jerked his head at Shane and Eve. 'In the back seat,' he said. 'You're going to the station. You, kid ...' He nodded toward the other sedan. 'They'll take you to Amelie.'
Claire swallowed hard and exchanged a look with Shane, then Eve. That hadn't been her plan. She wanted them all to stay together. How could she keep them safe if they got separated?
'Don't,' Shane said. 'Come with us.'
Truthfully, that was starting to sound like a better idea. The vampires weren't going to be happy, and her shiny gold bracelet didn't exempt her from suspicion. Amelie could still order her hurt, or killed.
'Okay,' Claire said. Shane looked massively relieved as he ducked his head and entered the back seat of the cruiser. Eve followed him in.
