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out in a rushing moan, as if his dad had punched him. Claire put her hand on his shoulder and glared at Frank. "Stop it," she said. "You started it," Frank said. "You told him part of the truth, didn't you? Told him about Alyssa? Well, he needs to know everything. He needs to know how his mother got into drugs to forget the pain. He needs to know how we got chased from one ratty motel to another across the state. He needs to know those bastards cut her wrists and dumped her in a tub to pretend it was suicide--"

"Stop it!" Claire screamed, and put herself in front of Shane, like she could protect him from the words the way he protected her from fists.

"And how he found her," Frank finished, softly, "floating there. Dead. I thought I'd lost you, too, son. You didn't talk for days, didn't sleep, didn't eat. But then you told me you wanted to come back here, to Morganville. To make them pay."

Shane had gone almost as white as his vampire father now, and his eyes were huge and dark and empty. Claire turned toward him and put her hands on his cheeks, trying to make him look at her. He didn't. He couldn't look away from Frank. "Shane, Shane, listen, he's trying to hurt you; he always tries to hurt you--"

"Not always," Frank said. "Somebody's got to tell the boy what he needs to hear, even though it hurts. He needed to know what happened to his mom. You weren't going to tell him, were you?"

"There wasn't any reason! You just like to watch him suffer!" Claire snapped. "You're a mean, vicious, evil--"

"I love my son," Frank said. "But he had to grow up in those three years after Alyssa died. And he has to do it all over again, now even faster. Can't sugarcoat that, Claire."

Shane put his hands on Claire's shoulders--the first time he'd actually touched her gently, she thought, since waking up this morning--and moved her out of the way. "So I'm what, eighteen now? Not fifteen?"

"Almost nineteen," his dad said.

"Good." And Shane punched him in the face.

Well, he tried to. Frank caught his fist about an inch away from landing. He didn't punch back, or shove, or squeeze Shane's hand into a mess, although Claire knew he could have. He just held it there, even though Shane tried to pull back. "Son," he said, "I was bad at being a father, just as bad as I was at everything else. You were the one who took care of your mother and Alyssa. You did the job I was supposed to do, being the man of the house, from the time you were eight years old. And I'm sorry for that."

He pulled Shane forward and hugged him. Shane was stiff as bundled wire, but after a moment, he relaxed a little, and then stepped away. Frank let him go.

"So now you want to make it up to me," Shane said. "Well, you can't. I didn't trust you before. I damn sure don't trust you as a bloodsucker."

"Right now, you two need a bloodsucker," Frank said. "At least, that's what I heard the girl saying. Isn't that right, Claire?"

She didn't like agreeing with Frank Collins, ever, but she had to nod. "You aren't affected yet."

"There are a few who aren't," Frank said. "Don't know why; maybe our brains are just wired different, or maybe it's just random. Most of the others are hiding out; can't say I really blame them. I might be able to get a couple of people on board if we need them."

"Vampire people."

Frank bared his fangs. "I've still got friends on both sides of the bloodline. You want'em or not?" Claire and Shane exchanged a look. He still didn't know her, she thought. He still didn't really trust her. But clearly, next to Frank, she had gotten a major boost on the cool scale.

"Up to you," Shane said. "You're the one who knows what's going on. I'm just the muscle."

"That's not true. You're smart, Shane. You just hide it."

Frank smiled. "You never had to sign his report cards."

"Shut up, Frank; I wasn't talking to you," Claire said sharply. "Go . . . lurk, or something. I need to talk to Shane alone."

Frank shrugged and walked away. He picked up Shane's Coke can and drained it as he toured the living room, messing with things.

"And don't you dare touch Michael's guitars."

He waved without looking back.

Claire grabbed Shane