We cant stay here, Eve said. It isnt safe. You know that.
Shane nodded, but he looked bleak. I cant come with you.
Yes, you can! Shane
Hes my dad, Eve. Hes all Ive got.
Eve snorted. Yeah, well, what youve got Id give back.
Sure, you just walked away from your folks
Hey!
Didnt even care what happened to them
They didnt care what happened to me! Eve almost shouted it. Suddenly, the hockey stick in her hands wasnt so much for display. Leave my family out of this, Shaneyou dont have a clue. Not a clue.
Ive met your brother, Shane shot back.
They both went quiet. Dangerously quiet. Claire cleared her throat. Brother?
Leave it alone, Claire, Eve said. She sounded dead calm, not at all like herself. You really dont want to get into it.
Bones in every family closet in Morganville, Shane said. Yours rattle pretty loud, Eve. So dont judge me.
Heres a thought: why dont you get the hell out of my room, you asshole!
Shane picked up his crowbar, opened the door, and stepped outside. He reached down and hauled the biker to his feet, and shoved him toward the stairs. The biker went, still groaning and weaving.
Claire peeked through the gap in the door until she was sure they were gone, then nodded to Eve, who dumped the hockey stick and opened the closet door. Oh, crap, she sighed. I hope nothings torn in there. It is not easy to get clothes in this town. Michael?