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Bitter Blood (The Morganville Vampires #13) Page 26
Author: Rachel Caine

"Maybe an empty seat is better than one filled by another useless bootlicker," she said, and as friendly as she seemed, her eyes were chilly and dark allof a sudden. "I've seen these Morrel posters. How can you of allpeople support such a thing, Shane? I know what that evil bruja did to you and your family!"

"It's not..." Shane took a step back, frowning. "It's not what it looks like. Look, Monica's a whole lot of things, but a bootlicker? Not so I've ever noticed. She's more likely to be wearing the boots, and kicking with them. Weak, she's not. And we need somebody on that council who wil stand up to the vampires for us."

Anger flared in Mrs. Ramos's lined face. "She is part of the cancer that eats at this town. She and her whole disgusting family! I thank God that her father and brother are gone-"

"Wait a second," Shane interrupted, and it was his serious voice now, the one that meant he wasn't going to let it go. "Richard Morrel was okay. He tried. Don't-"

"He was a corrupt man from a corrupt family." Her voice had gone hard now, as unyielding as the flinty distance in her eyes. "Enough. I've finished talking with you."

Claire tried a different approach. Emotion clearly wasn't getting them anywhere. "But-they won't let you write in someone who doesn't even exist!"

"Captain Obvious does exist," Flora said. "He always has, always wil . Until he stands up again, I'll stand for him."

"You," Claire said. "You're the new Captain Obvious?"

Enrique had gone quiet now, and when he wasn't smiling and being friendly, he looked a little bit dangerous. "Why? You got a problem with that? My mom's not good enough for you?"

"No, I just-" Claire didn't know how to finish that.

Shane did. "Dude, she's your mom. She used to throw bake sales. She made cookies. How can she be Captain Obvious?"

"How can any mother not want to be against the evil that lives here?" Flora said. "I raised kids in this town. Enrique, Hector, Donna, and Leticia. You tel me, Shane. You tel me what happened to three of my kids."

He just looked at her mutely for a long few seconds, and then away. "That wasn't anybody's fault. It was an accident."

"So they said."

Claire cleared her throat; she felt-as always-as though someone had failed to fil her in, and here she was standing in the middle of a scene clearly ful of tension, and she didn't understand any of it. "Uh, sorry, but...what happened?"

Mrs. Ramos didn't reply, and Shane didn't seem to want to, now that he'd tripped over the land mine. So Enrique finally sighed and dived in. "My sister Donna was driving," he said. "She was seventeen, just got her license. She was taking my brother Hector to work-he was nineteen -and my sister Letty to school. It was the middle of winter, a little icy like it gets sometimes. Black ice, the kind you can't see. She hadn't ever driven on it before. They hit a pole." He didn't finish the story, but Claire guessed how it would end: in funerals. That was confirmed by a sideways glance at Shane. He had that quiet, closed-in look he got when people talked about their lost friends and relatives; he'd had so much of it himself, losing his sister, then his mom, and finally his dad. He always seemed to guard against emotion, even when it came from other people.

"That wasn't allof it," Flora Ramos said, with a suppressed anger that made the hair shiver at the nape of Claire's neck. "My children were out there lying hurt and alone, and they took their lives. I know they did."

"Mama, it was an accident. They bled out; you know what the doctors said."

"The doctors, the doctors, like they don't work for the monsters just as we alldo? No, Enrique. It was the vampiros. It wasn't an accident. You should know that!" She sounded weary and furious at the same time; whenever it had happened, it was still fresh in her mind. "I have one child left they haven't taken from me. And they won't. Not while I have breath left in my body."

"You could leave town," Shane said quietly. "You had a chance."

"And our house? Our life? No. My husband is buried here, and my children. This is our home. The monsters must leave it before we do." She raised her chin, and Claire saw that despite the wrinkles, the gray hair, she was determined, and dangerous. "Don't play these games, Shane; politics here means our lives. I wil not let you make it a joke."

Shane stared at her for a long moment. He felt sorry for her; Claire could see it. He knew how it felt, to blame the vamps for the loss of people he loved. But above all, Shane was practical. "You can't win," he said. "Don't do this. We've got a plan. Trust us."

"You two?" Flora laughed. "Your girlfriend, she's a vampire's pet-the Founder's pet. And you, you are too much in love to see it, and too much of a child. She's with them, not you." She dismissed them both with a flip of her hand. "Enough. Enrique. Vamanos."

He sent Shane an apologetic look and lifted his hands in a what-can-you-do? kind of gesture. "She's my mother," he said. "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shane nodded back. "But you should talk her out of this. Seriously. It's dangerous."

"I know, man. I know."

Enrique hurried to catch up. His mother was already half a block away.

Claire stood with Shane, staring at the poster promoting Captain Obvious, and Shane finally took Monica's bigger, brighter poster and firmly stapled it right over the top.

"Let's go," he said. "I guarantee this isn't over."

Chapter SEVEN

CLAIRE

It wasn't over, not by a long shot, but at least they were left alone to put up the rest of the posters; that didn't mean people weren't glaring at them, or saying mean things, but nobody actively tried to hurt them. Claire did wonder if Mrs. Ramos would be tearing down posters behind them-and if she'd approve of Oliver doing the same thing. Maybe they'd meet in the middle. That would be an interesting thing to witness.

By the time they'd stapled the last cardboard to a pole, in front of Morganville High ("Go Vipers!"), Claire was thoroughly worn out. This, she thought, had to be the worst day off ever.... They hadn't even stopped for much of a lunch, though they'd wolfed down some cookies between stops and had a couple of Cokes. Morganville wasn't a very big town, but they'd been down almost every street of it, and that was just about enough for one day in her opinion. She was going to voice it, but she didn't have to, because Shane gave her a look that told her he was just as tired, and said, "Can we skip the lab and go home?"

"Home," she said, and slipped her arm through his. The only weight now was the stapler dragging down her backpack (and the anti-vamp knife and extra stakes that she rarely left behind) but it still felt like a ton. Shane took it from her and slipped it on one shoulder, and she envied those muscles-and admired them, too. They felt so warm and firm beneath her fingers, and it made her a bit light-headed, never mind the exhaustion. "What do you think Monica's doing right now?"

"Bullying someone to make her a crappy Web site and some buttons?"

Claire groaned, because he was almost certainly right. "We created a monster."

"Wel , no. But we're enabling one."

By common unspoken consent, they avoided the street Common Grounds was on, which put them on a different, less traveled avenue; it was one that held some bad memories, Claire realized, and wished they'd risked Oliver's wrath one more time.

This was the street where Shane's house had once stood. There was nothing in the spot now except a bare, weed-choked lot, a cracked foundation, and the crumbling remains of what would have once been a fireplace. Even the mailbox, which had been leaning before, had given up the ghost and fal en to pieces of random, rusted metal.

"We don't-maybe we should-" She couldn't think how to say it, or even if she should, but Shane just kept walking, eyes fixed on the pavement ahead.

"It's okay," he said. She might have even believed him, a little, except for the slight hunch to his shoulders, and the way he'd lowered his head to let his shaggy hair veil his expression. "It's just an empty lot."

It wasn't. It was ful -ful of grief and anger, anguish and terror. She could almost feel it like needles on her skin, an irresistible urge to slow down, to stop, to look. She wondered if Shane felt it, too. Maybe he did. He wasn't walking quite as quickly as they approached the silent empty spot, which was choked with trash, scattered fire-blackened bricks, and the snarled bal s of tumbleweeds.

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