Claire bit down hard on her lip, gripped the flashlight tightly, and slid down the wall until her searching hand found the rough wood of the door she'd come in through. A little light was leaking in around it, barely a glimmer but enough to ease the pounding in her chest.
Voices. Shane's, and someone else's. A man's voice, deeper than Shane's. "...standard inventory."
"Sir, there's nobody living here but what's on the roster. Just the three of us." Shane sounded subdued and respectful, which didn't seem like him. Not that she knew him that well, but he was kind of a smart-ass.
"Which one are you?" the voice asked.
"Shane Collins, sir."
"Get your third in here," the voice said.
"Well, I would, but - Michael's not here. He's out until tonight. You want to check back then?..."
"Never mind." Claire, straining her ears, heard paper rustling. "You're Eve Rosser?"
"Yes, sir." Eve sounded respectful, but brisk.
"Moved out of your parents' house - eight months ago?"
"Yes, sir."
"Employed?"
"At Common Grounds, you know, the coffee - "
The man, whoever he was, interrupted her. "You. Collins. Any employment?" Clearly talking to Shane.
"I'm between jobs, sir. You know how it is."
"Keep looking. We don't like slackers in Morganville. Everybody contributes."
"Yes, sir. I'll keep it in mind, sir."
A brief pause. Maybe there had been a little bit more smart-ass in Shane's response than there should have been. Claire deliberately slowed her breathing, trying to hear more.
"You left town for a couple of years, boy. What brings you back?"
"Homesick, sir." Yes, it was definitely back in his voice, and even Claire knew that was a bad thing.
"Missed all my old friends."
She heard Eve clear her throat. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I've got work in a half hour...?"
More paper shuffling. "One other thing. Here's a picture of a girl that disappeared from her dorm last night. You haven't seen her?"
They both chorused a "No."
He must not have believed them, because he didn't sound convinced. "What's in here?" He didn't wait to hear a response; he just opened the outer door of the pantry. Claire flinched and held her breath. "You always leave the light on?"
"I was getting some jam when you rang, sir. I probably forgot to turn it off," Eve said. She sounded nervous. "Sorry."
Click. The light in the pantry went out, taking what little there was seeping through the door with it. Claire barely controlled a gasp. Don't move. Don't move. She just knew he - whoever he was - was standing there in the dark, looking and listening.
And then, finally, she heard him say, "You ring the station if you see that girl. She's got herself in some trouble. We're supposed to help her get straightened out."
"Yes, sir," Eve said, and the pantry door shut. The conversation moved away, became softer and softer until it faded into nothing.
Claire switched on the flashlight, covered it with her hand, and pointed it at the corner - only a little light escaped, just enough to convince her that no evil zombie was sneaking up on her in the dark. And then she waited. It seemed like a long time before there were two sharp raps on the door, and it swung open in a blaze of electric light. Eve's stark white makeup and black eyeliner looked even scarier than before.
"It's okay," she said, and helped Claire out of the hidden room. "He's gone."
"Oh, the hell it's okay," Shane said behind her. He had his arms folded across his chest, and rocked back and forth, frowning. "Those ass**les have her picture. They're looking for her. What'd you do, Claire? Knife the mayor or something?"
"Nothing!" she blurted. "I - I don't know why - maybe it's that they're just worried because I didn't show up last night?"
"Worried?" Shane laughed bitterly. "Yeah, that's it. They're worried about you. Right. I'm going to have to talk this over with Michael. If they're going to turn the town upside down looking for you, either you're too hot to stay in Morganville, or we need to get you under some kind of Protection, fast."
He said it the same way Eve had. "But - maybe the police - ?"
"That was the police," Eve said. "Told you. They run the town. These guys work for the vamps - they're not vamps themselves, but they're scary enough without the fangs. Look, can you call your parents? Get them to pull you out of school and take you home or something?"
Sure. That would be the easiest thing in the world, only it would mean failure, and they'd never believe a word of this stuff, ever, and if she tried to explain it, she'd end up drugged and in therapy for the rest of her life. And any chance - any chance - of making it to Yale or MIT or Caltech would be blown completely. She supposed it was kind of dumb to be thinking of it that way, but those things were real to her.
Vampires? Not so much.
"But - I haven't done anything!" she said, and looked from Shane to Eve, and back again. "How can they be after me if I didn't do anything?"
"Life ain't fair," Shane said, with all the certainty of two more years of experience at it. "You must have pissed off the wrong people, is all I know. What's the girl's name? The one who smacked you around?"
"M-Monica."
They both stared at her.
"Oh, crap," Eve said, horrified. "Monica Morrell?"
Shane's face went...blank. Completely blank, except for his eyes, and there was something pretty scary going on behind them. "Monica," he repeated. "How come nobody told me?"
Eve was watching him, biting her lip. "Sorry, Shane. We would have - I swear, I thought she left town.
Went off to college somewhere else."
Shane shook it off, whatever it was, and shrugged, trying to look like he didn't care. It was obvious to Claire that he did, though. "She probably couldn't stand not being the queen bee, and had to come begging back to Daddy to buy her some grades."
"Shane - "
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"She probably doesn't even remember you," Eve blurted, and then looked as if she wished she hadn't said it. "I - that's not what I meant. I'm sorry."
He laughed, and it sounded wrong and a little bit shaky. There was a short, odd silence, and then Eve changed the subject by resolutely picking up her plate of cooling bacon and eggs.
And then went still and round-eyed. "Oh, shit," she said, and then covered her mouth.