of metal bending, and then a loud clang. "Yo!" It was Shane's voice, ringing off stone and wood. "Girls, the party's over. We are leaving!"
"Come on," Claire said, and put her arm under Eve's shoulders to keep her upright. "Time to go."
"Where's Jason?" Eve almost sounded in focus now, and on just the wrong topic. "We have to find him! "
"He's with Oliver," Claire said. "We'll find him. First, we have to make sure we stay alive, okay? Very important." The two of them staggered together across the hall into the room where two vampires were lying on the floor, pinned by pencils, and Michael and Shane were standing at the window. The bars were broken out. Michael was sensibly off to the side, away from the sun, and he'd draped one of the thick, dusty curtains over his shoulders. Claire supposed he was going to use it to cover his head. But neither he nor Shane was moving. "What?" Claire asked, and as she came to the window and looked out, she realized what the problem was. The police car was on fire. And so was the bus, with big, crackling, very public flames. And nobody, nobody had come out to gawk. No police had come running. Not even the volunteer fire department. Blacke was a dead town--literally. "We are screwed," Shane said, very matter-of-factly. "Plan B?"
"There isn't one," Michael said. "You know, I kind of saw that one coming," Eve said. "Even with a concussion."
Chapter Fourteen
They stood there for a moment, watching the car and bus burn, and for a few seconds nobody said anything. Then Michael said, "Morley didn't do that. Morley isn't that stupid."
"It damn sure wasn't Oliver," Shane added. "So what the hell is going on around here?"
"You should tell us. You were riding with Morley; we just got here."
"Yeah, funny thing, getting tied up and hustled around by hungry vampires made me not notice the little things. All I know is that we got into the building, Morley was making some speech, and next thing I knew, one of Morley's crew was yelling that we were being attacked. I grabbed Eve and tried to get her under cover, but she got clocked by Morley when she got between him and some guy he was fighting. She hit her head." Shane paused and glanced at Michael. "What's your excuse?"
"I lost track a while ago," Michael said. "Right about the time Oliver detoured us into Crazytown for no good reason. Unless this is what he was looking for all along."
"What, a town full of sick vampires?" When Claire said it, suddenly it made sense. "He was. He knew they were here. Somewhere, anyway. He was looking for them!"
"He thought they were in Durram," Michael agreed. "That's why he went off in the middle of the night searching. But if they ever were there, they moved on, to here. Smaller town. Easier to control, before they got too sick to care."
"But these dudes are not exactly historical," Shane said, and nodded toward the kid in the football jersey. "That's not some vintage outfit he's wearing; he can't have been vamped more than a few months ago, a year at the most. So how did he--"
"Bishop!" Claire interrupted. "Bishop was looking for Amelie. And he was making new vampires all the time, just making them and leaving them." She shuddered. "He must have come through here, or someplace close." Bishop was Amelie's father--both physically, and in a vampire sense, apparently. And in neither sense was he going to win a Father of the Year award. Or get a humanitarian plaque, either. He'd snacked on necks, and this was what he'd left behind him. Scary, and disgusting. "If Oliver was looking for them, he must have some kind of plan," Eve said. She was leaning against the wall now, holding one hand to her must-be-aching head, and she still looked kind of vague and unfocused. "Find him. He'll know what to do."
"He might have had a plan, but that was before Morley and his merry bunch of idiots crashed into it," Shane said. "Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons."
"Then we have to find another car," Michael said. "One that runs."
"No, man, I have to find another car," Shane said. "And black out the windows. And get it back here so you don't combust