She felt her heart stammer, and race a little faster. Shane was looking at her with fierce intensity.
So what do you want to do? she asked, trying to sound casual about it.
I want to talk, he said, which was not what she expected. Not at all. I cant talk about this back at the house. I never know who could be listening.
Meaning Michael?
Shane shrugged. Its just never exactly private.
He wasnt wrong, but she still felt horribly disappointed. Sure, she said, and knew she sounded stiff and wounded. Go ahead. Talk.
His eyes widened. You thought Just talk, Shane.
He cleared his throat. Ive been doing some research on Bishop.
The idea of Shane and research didnt seem to want to fall into the same sentence. Where?
The town library, he shrugged. Special collections. I know Janice, the librarianshe was a friend of my moms. She let me into the back to take a look at some of the older stuff, the things they dont put out for public reading.
The vampire collection.
He nodded. Anyway, the only thing I could find out was a reference to a Bishopmaybe not the same onewho killed a whole lot of people about five hundred years ago.
Doesnt sound too unusual . . .
Except that he wasnt killing humans, Shane said. From the way the thing was written, Bishop was killing off his enemies in the vampire community. Making himself the ruler of the world. And then something happened, and he dropped out of sight.
Wow. No wonder Amelie and Oliver were freaked.