do you want, Richard?"
Richard Morrell's police cruiser was parked in the drive. He hadn't flashed any lights or howled any sirens, so she supposed it wasn't an emergency, exactly. But she knew him well enough to know he didn't pay social visits, at least not to the Glass House.
And not in uniform.
"Good question," Richard said. "I guess I want a nice girl who can cook, likes action movies, and looks good in short skirts. But I'll settle for you taking the chain off the door and letting me in."
"How do I know you're you?"
"What?"
"Ysandre. She - well, let's say I need to be sure it's really you."
"I had to uncuff you in a girl's bathroom at the university this week. How's that?"
She slid the chain loose and stepped back as he walked in. He looked tired - not as tired as she felt, but then she guessed that wasn't humanly possible, really. "What do you want?"
"I'm going to this thing tonight," he said. "I figured you'd be going too. I was thinking you might need a ride."
"I - I'm not going."
"No?" Richard looked puzzled by that. "Funny, I could have sworn you'd be Amelie's first choice to parade around at a thing like this. She's proud of you, you know."
Proud? Why on earth would she be proud? "What, like a pedigreed dog?" Claire asked bitterly. "Best in show?"
Richard held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever, it's none of my business. Where is your gang, anyway? "
"Why?"
"It's my business to know where the troublemakers are."
"We're not troublemakers!" Richard gave her a look. One she had to admit she deserved. "Your sister's going, you know."
"Yeah, I know. She's been preening around the house for days. Spent a fortune on that damn costume of hers. Dad's going to kill her if she gets anything on it. I think he's planning to return it."
Claire waved the fresh coffeepot inquiringly, and Richard nodded and sat down at the kitchen table. She slid a mug over to him, and watched as he sipped. He seemed - different today. Everything's changing. Richard seemed more vulnerable, too. He'd always been the steady one, the sane Morrell. Today, he looked barely older than Monica.
"I think something's going to happen," Claire said. "Don't you?"
Richard nodded slowly. There were lines of tension around his eyes, and bags under his eyes big enough to hold changes of clothes. "This Bishop, he's not like the others," he said. "I met him. I - saw something in him. It's not human, Claire. Not even a little bit. Whatever humanity he ever owned, he sold a long time ago."
"What are you going to do?"
Richard shrugged. "What the hell can I do? Stick with my family. Look out for the people of this town. Wish I was a million miles away." He was quiet for a few seconds, sipping coffee. "Thing is, I think we're going to be asked to promise him some kind of loyalty, and I don't think I can do that. I don't think I want to do that."
Claire swallowed. "Do you have a choice?"
"Probably not. But I'll do my best to keep people safe. That's all I know how to do." His eyes skimmed past hers, as if he didn't dare to really look too deeply. "The others are going, aren't they?"
She nodded.
"Did you know your parents are going?"
Claire gasped, covered her mouth with her hands, and shook her head. "No," she said. "No, they're not. They can't be."
"I saw the list," Richard said. "Sorry. I figured you were just on another page. I couldn't believe you were left off. That's good, though, that you can stay home. It's - I think it's going to be dangerous."
He drained the rest of his coffee and pushed the mug back toward her.
"I'll watch out for your friends and your parents," he said. "As much as I can. You know that, right?"
"You're nice," Claire said. She was surprised that she said it out loud, but she meant it. "You really are, you know."
Richard smiled at her, and even though she'd developed a partial immunity to hot guys smiling at her, thanks to Shane and Michael, some part of her still went Oooooooooh.
"I'm hiring you as my press agent," Richard said. "Lock up and stay inside, all right?"
She saw him to the door and dutifully turned all the dead bolts, since he was standing there waiting to hear it. He waved and got back in his police cruiser, and silently backed out of the drive to