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she was doing with it. The sound of her racking a round into the chamber, that heavy metallicchuk-chuk , made all three of them freeze. Even Myrnin.

Gramma leveled the shotgun at them, squinted, and then started to lower it. "Is that Claire?"

"Gramma, it's me. And my friend Eve. Oh, and you probably know Myrnin."

Gramma clearly did, because the gun came right back to her shoulder. "I know who all my neighbors are. Don't much care forthat one."

Myrnin raised his chin. "Dear lady, I'venever --"

"Only 'cause I don't allow you anywhere near my property. You know what I call you? Trapdoor Spider."

Myrnin blinked. "That is...surprisingly accurate, actually. Well, feel free to drop in on me any time you wish. Oh, of course, I promise not to hurt you."

"Don't think I'll be relying on yourpromises. What are you doing in here?"

"Driving my car."

"Oh." She did lower the gun now and staggered a little. If she'd actually fired it, she'd probably have broken her shoulder, as thin and fragile as she was. "Didn't know it wasyours. Knew it belonged to some vampire or other, but I never asked any questions. Never saw anybody driving it."

"Well, you have now," Claire said. "Providing it starts." She pitched the keys to Eve, who managed to field them while Myrnin was distracted with Gramma Day. "And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time."

"That accident was not my fault."

"You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too."

"You've turned into quite a bossy little thing," Myrnin said. "I think I might like it." He opened the back door and slid inside. Eve shrugged, got in the driver's seat, and cranked the engine. It wheezed and coughed, but it did start. Gramma Day shook her head and hobbled out of the way, holding the door back.

"Claire," she said. "You want to watch yourself. That man ain't right. You keep a good watch on him. You hear me?"

"I know. I will."

"You want my shotgun?"

"No," Claire said very politely. "But thank you."

Gramma waved at them as Eve piloted the car out of the garage and then applied the brakes sharply and said, "Um...problem?"

"What?" Claire looked up from fastening her seat belt. Eve was staring at the front window with a horrified, mortified expression on her face.

Theblack front window. "It's avampire car," she said. "And I can't believe neither of us thought about that."

"I can," Myrnin said from the backseat. "Now. Could I please drive my own car, seeing as how I am the only one who is actually qualified to do so?"

He's been justwaitingfor that, Claire thought. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. It was going to be a long, long day.

"Switch," she said. "Myrnin, drivecarefully. Understand?"

"Of course."

He didn't.

Afterward, Claire tried not to think how hair-raising the ride was; Myrnin was the only one who could actuallysee the danger, but she couldhear it, and it was horrifying. Squealing brakes at virtually every intersection as other drivers put all their skills to use in avoiding the moving target of their car. Yells. Honking horns. A siren that Myrnin blissfully ignored, and that finally turned off without him ever pulling the vehicle to the curb.

At least he didn't hit anything that she could tell. She was almost sure about that. Almost.

Myrnin finally hit the brakes way, way too firmly, sending her and Eve hurtling against their seat belts, and put the car in park. "See?" he said, with an unholy amount of glee. "I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often."

"No. Trust me, you shouldn't," Eve said. "Think of the little old people and the children. Please tell me we're there."

"Of course."

Eve opened her door and peered out cautiously. She shut it again. "Bythere I meanparked , Myrnin."

"We're not moving."

"Against the curb."

He started the car and drove another two feet at an angle. Claire felt the bump as he ran over the curb. So much for not hitting anything. He left it there, with the car's right wheels up off the street.

"Not exactly what I meant," Eve said.

"Do you imagine they're going to issue me a citation...what was your name again?"

"Still Eve."

"No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right." Myrnin got out and opened the trunk of the

car. They all loaded up on bags, and Claire took her first real look around. It was a decrepit old neighborhood; most of the houses looked deserted.