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to get in, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, hard, even with the door between them. He looked surprised. And so relieved, it hurt Claire a little to see it. "Come on," Eve said. "We have to lightproof the back."

"Give me a sec," Jason said. "I need a bathroom."

"There's one in the library," Shane said. "Hey, how'd you get out of town?"

"I stole a tractor," Jason said. "What?"

"A tractor. It took me all night to get to Durram. Wasn't sure if I'd ever make it, either. I ran out of gas two miles from where they'd towed the car."

"Huh." Claire could tell Shane was grudgingly impressed. "So you walked?"

"No, I flew on angel wings."

"Ass."

"How'd you get it out of impound?"

"Trade secret," Jason said. "But it involves not actually asking. Same with the phones. Speaking of which ..." He dug in the pocket of his hoodie and came up with them, which he handed over to Shane. They didn't tap fists or high-five or anything, but Shane nodded, and Jason nodded back. "No signal," Claire said, checking hers. "Man, the Morganville provider network sucks."

"It works when Amelie wants it to work," Shane said. "Apparently, she doesn't want it working right now."

"Michael needs to call the guy in Dallas. You know, let him know we're on the way."

"Let him know we got trapped in a vampire town and fought off a vampire zombie army, you mean?"

"I was thinking maybe car problems."

"Boring, but effective," Shane said. "I'll go see if we can make it work. Maybe cell phone wastage doesn't apply to vampires." As they were talking, Jason walked across to the library, head down, looking like a thin stick in blue jeans. Claire wondered if maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for Eve's brother. Not much of one, but ... maybe. EPILOGUE "It's you," Eve said, and gave the wig a final tug on Claire's head, setting it just right. All of a sudden, it looked right-not just some random collection of plastic threads stuck on top of her scalp, but ... hair. Pretend hair, sure, but, it looked ... Claire couldn't decide how it looked. She cocked her head first one way, then the other. Tried a pose. "Is it cool? I think it's cool. Maybe?" The girl looking back at her wasn't just a mousy, skinny girl anymore. The new, improved Claire Danvers was taller, a little more filled out, and she was wearing a new hot pink shirt layered over black, a pair of low-rise jeans with skulls on the pockets, and pink and white hair. She was rocking the streaked wig. It flowed down over her shoulders in careless waves, and made her look mysterious and fragile and smoky, and Claire just knew she had never been smoky or mysterious in her entire life. "That is absolutely so you," Eve said with a happy sigh, and jumped around in hoppy circles in her new patent leather black shoes with red skull imprints. "You have got to get it. And wear it. Trust me, Shane will go nuts. You look so dangerous!"

"Shane's already nuts." Claire laughed. "Did you see him in the T-shirt aisle? I thought he was going to cry. So many sarcastic sayings; so few days of the week to wear them. And I'm not sure I really feel comfortable looking, y'know, dangerous. " Eve gave her a long, serious look. "You are, you know. Dangerous."

"Am not."

"It's not the hair. You just--you're something else, Claire. It's like when all the rest of us don't know where to go, you ... just go. You're not afraid."

"That is so not true," Claire said with a sigh. "I'm scared all the time. Down to my bones. I'm lucky I don't run away like a little screaming girl." Eve smiled. "That's my job. You're the heroic one."

"Not!"

"Oh, just shut up and get the wig already," Eve said. "No."

"Get it get it get it!"

"Okay! Jeez, you're scaring the other freaks!" They both broke into manic giggles, because it was true; a couple of very Gothy Goths were edging away, casting them both odd, apprehensive little looks. Being from Morganville gave you an attitude, Claire guessed. And that wasn't a bad thing, especially when you were in a scary-big city like Dallas, where everything seemed to move ten times faster than she was used to, including the traffic. She didn't know how Eve had managed to get them to the hotel, or get Michael to his studio appointment