The Dead Girls Dance Page 0,43

less than a minute, Claire heard voices coming from the anteroom outside, and a jingle of keys. Shed never seen the man who walked in, flanked by two uniformed cops, but she knew one of the cops: Richard Morrell, Monicas brother. So the portly, balding man with the smug expression was probably her dad.

The mayor of Morganville.

He was dressed in a suit, tooblue, pin-striped, with wide lapels. Kind of pimpish, really, and the pants were a little too long. He had too many rings on his fingers, all in gold, and he was smiling.

Oliver, he said cheerfully. The smile vanished fast when he spotted Amelie sitting so quietly off to the side, with her entourage. His face composed itself into something a whole lot morerespectful. Founder.

Mayor. She nodded to him. Good. We can begin.

Gretchen let go of Claires arm. She winced at the returning flow of blood to her tingling hand, and rubbed at the place where Gretchen had been gripping her. Yeah, that was going to be a bruise. Definitely. She risked a look at Eve, who was doing the same thing. Eve looked dead scared.

Oliver reached over and pulled a hidden cord, and the burgundy velvet curtain behind him opened.

There was a body lying on the marble slab, surrounded by rich red roses, bunches of them in floor vases. The corpse looked blue white, rubbery, and utterly, horribly dead. Claire felt a cloud creep over her, heard a buzzing in her ears, and nearly collapsed, but somehow she managed not to faint.

Oh my God, Eve whispered, and brought both hands to her mouth.

Its Brandon, Claire said, and looked at Oliver. Its Brandon, right? Because that cold, white face didnt look human anymore, and she couldnt match it up to the living personvampireshed feared. The one whod threatened her, chased her home, nearly killed her and Eve

Oliver nodded. He pulled back the velvet covering Brandon from the neck down, revealing black open wounds. Some of them still smoked. Claire caught the smell of cooking meat, and this time, her knees buckled. Detective Hess caught her arm and steadied her.

He was tortured, Oliver said. He sounded neutraldisinterested, even. It took a long time. Someone very much enjoyed this. Almost as if there was apersonal agenda at work.

Mayor Morrell motioned his son forward. Richard wasnt nearly the psycho his sister was. In fact, Claire kind of liked him, as much as she could like anybody from his family who worked for vampires. He seemed almost fair.

Richard examined the wounds in Brandons body. He actually touched them, which made Claire throw up in her head, if not actually through her mouth. Looks like some kind of weapon straight to the heart. Probably a stake, Richard said, and looked up at his father. Whoever did this was serious. This wasnt just random; this was done slowly. I dont know what they wanted out of him, but whatever it was, they probably got it. I can see shadows of wounds that closed over before he died. Thats hours, at least.

Silence. Deep, dark silence. Richard straightened up and glanced at Claire and Eve. If he recognized them, he gave no sign. These two girls have something to do with it?

Perhaps, Oliver said. Claire didnt see him move, but all of a sudden he was right in front of her, looking down. Perhaps they know something. You didnt like Brandon very much, did you, Claire?

I She didnt know what to say. Dont lie, Hess had said. Did the vamps have some kind of lie detector power? Maybe even mind-reading? No, I didnt like him. But I wouldnt want to see this happen to anybody. Not even you. She said that to herself, though.

He had such kind eyes. That was the horrible thing about him, this warm feeling that she could trust him, should trust him, that somehow she was letting him down by not

Dont, Eve said sharply, and pinched her arm. Claire yelped and looked at her. Dont look him in the eye.

Eve, Oliver sighed. Im very disappointed in you. Dont you understand that its my responsibility, as Brandons Patron, to get to the bottom of this? To find the ones responsible? Youre not the innocent Claire may be; you know the penalties for killing one of us. And you know the lengths to which well go to find out the truth. If I can get it from her without pain, dont you want me to do that?

Eve didnt answer. She kept