of our own when we can.ââ
âAnd when we canât, ââ Hess said, as smoothly as if theyâd rehearsed all this, âthings get ugly. It ainât like the two of us are free agents. Weâre Switzerland. If you cross the line, youâre on your own.ââ
Shane frowned at him. âWhat can you do for us, if youâre Switzerland?ââ
âI can make sure that Gretchen and Hans donât make any follow-up visits,ââ Hess said. âI can keep most of the cops away from you, maybe not all. I can put out the wordâwidelyâthat youâre not just under a Founderâs seal; Travis and I are keeping an eye on you. Thatâll keep anybody else from trying to win friends by smacking you around.ââ
âAnybody human, he means,ââ Lowe amended. âThe vamps, theyâll scare the shit out of you if they can, but they wonât hurt you. Not unless you screw up and that Founderâs seal goes away. Got me?ââ
Which had already happened, really. The screwing-up part. Well, technically, she supposed Shaneâs dad hadnât broken any lawsâyetâbecause Michael hadnât really died.
Except that he had.
God, Morganville made her head hurt.
A door slammed upstairs, and Eve came clattering down the stairs, fully dressed in Goth finery: a purple sheer shirt over a black corset thingie, a skirt that looked like it had gotten caught in a shredder, hose with skulls woven in, and her black Mary Janes. Very fierce. Her makeup was back in full force, ice white face, black-rimmed eyes, lips like three-day-old bruises.
âOfficer Joe!ââ Eve practically flew across the room to hug him. Shane and Claire exchanged a look. Yeah, this wasnât something they were going to see every day. âJoe Joe Joe! Iâve been wondering where you were!ââ
âHi, Skippy. You remember Travis, right?ââ
âBig T.!ââ Another hug. This, Claire thought, had tipped over the edge into the surreal, even for Morganville. âIâm so glad to see you guys!ââ
âDitto, kid,ââ Lowe said. He was smiling, and it transformed his face into something that was almost angelic. âYouâve still got the numbers, right?ââ
Eve slapped her hand on the mobile phone strapped to her belt in a coffin-shaped holder. âOh yeah. Speed dial. But there hasnât beenâumâââ
Claire had the sudden weird feeling that Eve had something she couldnât talk about in front of them. The cops seemed to think so, too, because their eyes met briefly, and then Hess said, âYou want an update? How about showing us to your coffeepot?ââ
âSure!ââ Eve said brightly, and led them off into the kitchen.
âWell,ââ Shane said as the door shut behind them, âthatâs bizarre.ââ
âDid I miss a chapter?ââ Claire asked. âAnd are there Cliffâs Notes?ââ
âNo idea.ââ
The sound of conversation drifted in from the kitchen, music without words. Claire fidgeted, then got up and tiptoed over.
âHey!ââ Shane protested, but he followed.
Hess was talking about somebody named Jason. Shane reacted, putting his hand on Claireâs shoulder and lifting his finger to his lips.
What? she mouthed silently.
I want to hear.
Detective Lowe was talking. ââyou probably would want to know that heâs getting out today. Now, before you say anything, heâs been warned. Heâs not about to go near you or your parents. Heâll be monitored.ââ
âMonitored.ââ Eve sounded shaken. âButâI thought he was going to be in jail for a long time! What about that girlâ¦?ââ
âShe withdrew the complaint,ââ Hess said. âWe couldnât keep him locked up forever, honey. Iâm