Eve snorted. I made you roast beef, genius. She handed him one. So go on. This is the first Ive heard from you about the History of Sam. What made him so special to be the last vampire ever?
I dont really know, Michael said. The only thing Mom ever told me was what I just told you. The point is, Sams never really fit in with the vampires. Amelie doesnt like to be reminded of weakness, and he was a constant neon sign. She really cared about him. So she cut him offlast I heard, she wouldnt see him or talk to him. He hangs around humans a lot more than other vampires.
And thats why I said he could help us, Eve said. Or at least, hed be willing to listen. Bonus if hes family.
So where do we find him? Claire looked from Michael to Eve, then back again. At Common Grounds?
Off-limits to you, Eve said. Hess told me what happened with you and Oliver.
Something happened? Michael mumbled around his roast beef. Why dont I know this? God, I needed this. Tastes great.
Eve rolled her eyes. Yeah, sandwiches take great skill. Im thinking of teaching a class. Meanwhile, back on the subject, Claire is not going anywhere near Common Grounds. I said so. If anybodys going, its me.
No, Michael said. Eve glared at him.
We had this talk, she said. You may be dead sexy, and I mean,like, really dead and really sexy, but you dont get to tell me what to do. Right? And no headshrinker stuff, either, or I swear to God, Ill pack my shit and move!
Claire scraped her chair back, walked over to the cordless phone lying on the counter, and dialed from the business card still stuck to the refrigerator with a magnet. Four rings, and a cheerful voice answered on the other end and announced shed reached Common Grounds. Hi, Claire said. Can I talk to Sam, please?
Sam? Hold on. The phone clattered, and Claire could hear the buzz of activity in the backgroundmilk being steamed, people chatting, the usual excitement of a busy coffee shop. She waited, jittering one leg impatiently, until the voice came back on the line. Sorry, it said. Hes not here tonight. I think he went to the party.
The party?
You know, the zombie frat party? Epsilon Epsilon Kappa? The Dead Girls Dance?
Thanks, Claire said. She hung up and turned to face Michael and Eve, who were staring at her in outright surprise. She held up the phone. The power of technology. Embrace it.
You found him.
Without going into Common Grounds, Claire pointed out. Hes at a party on campus. The big frat thing. The one She paused, felt a chill, then a rush of heat. The one I was invited to. It was kind of a date. I was supposed to meet this boy there. Ian Jameson.
Guess what? Eve said. Were both going. Time to put on the dead look, Claire.
Thewhat?
Eve was looking at her critically while she munched her sandwich. Size one, maybe two, right? Ive got some things that would fit you.
Im not getting dressed up!
Chapter Twenty-four
I dont make the rules, but everybody knows you dont get into the Dead Girls Dance without making an effort. Besides, youll look way cute as a teeny little Goth girl.
Michael was frowning at them both now. No, he said. Its too dangerous for you to be out at night without an escort.
Well, were fresh out of escorts. I think Claire broke Detective Hess last night. And Im not going to just sit and wait, Michael. You know that. Eve locked eyes with him, and softened as he reached across the table and took her hand. No head stuff. You promised.
I promised, he agreed. Never happen again.
Cute as you are when you worry, its a partythere are hundreds of people there. Its safe enough. Eve held his gaze steadily. Safer than Shane is, in that cage, waiting to die. Unless youre giving up on him.
Michael let go of her hand and walked away. He stiff-armed his way out of the kitchen door.
Guess not, Eve said softly. Good. Claire. We need to find out what the timeline is. Whether theyve moved it.
Ill do it, Claire said, and punched in the number from another card. It was Detective Hesss private number, the one penciled in on the back, and it rang four times before he picked up. He sounded bleary and exhausted. Sir? Its Claire. Claire Danvers. Im sorry to wake you
Not asleep, he said, and yawned. Claire, whatever youre thinking, dont. Stay home, lock the doors, and keep your head down. I mean it.
Yes, sir, she lied. I just want to knowthere was talk about moving up thethe execution?
The mayor said no, Hess said. Said he wanted due process, and called for Shanes dad to give himself up. Looks like a Mexican standoff to me: hes got Shane; Shanes dad has Monica. Nobody wants to blink.
How long?
Before sunrise. Five in the morning, Hess said. Itll all be over before dawn. For Monica, too, if Shanes dad isnt just bluffing.
Hes not bluffing, Claire said numbly. Oh God. Thats not much time.
Better than what Oliver wanted. He wanted to do it at sunset tonight. The mayor backed him off, but only to the legal deadline. There wont be any last-minute stays of execution. Hess shifted; his chair creaked. Claire, you need to prepare yourself. Theres no miracle coming; nobodys going to have a change of heart. Hes going to die. Im sorry, but thats the way it is.
She didnt have the heart to argue with him, because she knew, deep down, that he was right. Thank you, she whispered. I have to go now.
Claire. Dont try. Theyll kill you.
Good-bye, Detective.
She hung up, put the phone down on the counter, and braced herself with stiffened arms. When she looked up, Eve was watching her with bright, strange eyes.
All right, Claire said. If I have to be a zombie, Ill be a zombie.
Eve smiled. Cutest zombie ever.
Claire had never worn this much makeup in her life, not even at Halloween. You wear this every day? she asked as Eve stepped back to look at her critically, makeup sponge still in hand. It feels weird.