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going. I get that. At least let me drive you. You shouldn't be walking.

This way I can call Shane if - if anything happens. And at least you'll have somebody standing by."

"I don't want to get you guys into any trouble." Michael had been pretty specific about that.

"That's why Shane's not coming. He's - well, he attracts trouble like TV screens attract dust. Besides, it's better not to put him anywhere near Monica. Bad things happen." Eve unlocked the car doors. "You have to call shotgun."

"What?"

"You have to call shotgun to get the passenger seat."

"But nobody else is - "

"I'm just telling you, get used to the idea, because if Shane was here? He'd already have it and you'd be in the back."

"Um..." Claire felt stupid even trying to say it. "Shotgun?"

"Keep practicing. Got to be fast on the trigger around here."

The car had slick vinyl seats, cracked and peeling, and aftermarket seat belts that didn't feel any too safe.

Claire tried not to slide around on the upholstery too much as the big car jolted down the narrow, bumpy road. The shops looked as dim and uninviting as Claire remembered, and the pedestrians just as hunched in on themselves.

"Eve?" she asked. "Why do people stay here? Why don't they leave? If, you know...vampires."

"Good question," Eve said. "People are funny that way. Adults, anyway. Kids pick up and leave all the time, but adults get all bogged down. Houses. Cars. Jobs. Kids. Once you have stuff, it's easy enough for the vamps to keep you on a leash. It takes a lot to make people just leave everything behind and run.

Especially when they know they might not live long if they do. Oh crap, get down!"

Claire unhooked her seat belt and slithered down into the dark space under the dash. She didn't hesitate, because Eve hadn't been kidding - that had been pure panic in her voice. "What is it?" She barely dared to whisper.

"Cop car," Eve said, and didn't move her lips. "Coming right toward us. Stay down."

She did. Eve nervously tapped fingernails on the hard plastic steering wheel, and then let out a sigh.

"Okay, he went past. Just stay down, though. He might come back."

Claire did, bracing herself against the bumps in the road as Eve turned toward the campus. Another minute or two passed before Eve gave her the all clear, and she flopped back into the seat and strapped in.

"That was close," Eve said.

"What if they'd seen me?"

"Well, for starters, they'd have hauled me in to the station for interfering, confiscated my car...." Eve patted the steering wheel apologetically. "And you'd have just...disappeared."

"But - "

"Trust me. They're not exactly amateurs around here at making that happen. So let's just get this done and hope like hell your plan works, okay?"

Eve steered slowly through crowds of lunchtime students walking across the streets, hit the turnaround, and followed Claire's pointed directions toward the dorm.

Howard Hall didn't look any prettier today than it had yesterday. The parking lot was only half-full, and Eve cruised the big Caddy into a parking space near the back. She clicked off the ignition and squinted at the sunlight glaring off the hood. "Right," she said. "You go in, get your stuff, be back here in fifteen minutes, or I start launching Operation Get Claire."

Claire nodded. She wasn't feeling so good about this idea, now that she was staring at the door's entrance.

"Here." Eve was holding something out. A cell phone, thin and sleek. "Shane's on speed dial - just hit star two. And remember, fifteen minutes, and then I freak out and start acting like your mom. Okay?"

Claire took the phone and slipped it in her pocket. "Be right back."

She hoped she didn't sound scared. Not too scared, anyway. There was something about having friends - even brand-new ones - that helped keep the tremors out of her voice, and shakes out of her hands. I'm not alone. I have backup. It was kind of a new sensation. Kind of nice, too.

She got out of the car, waved awkwardly to Eve, who waved in reply, and turned to walk back into hell.

Chapter Six

The cold air of the lobby felt dry and lifeless, after the heat outside; Claire shivered and blinked fast to adjust her eyes to the relative dimness. A few girls were in the lobby with books propped up on tables; the TV was running, but nobody was watching it.

Nobody looked at her as she walked by. She went to the glassed-in