Nothing heals if youre dead, Claire whispered. She remembered Shane on the couch, blurting out all the horror of his life, and she wanted to throw up on Amelies perfect lap. You cant do things like that. You arent God!
For the safety of all who live here? Yes, Claire, I can. I must. I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine. Shane is a consequence. My agents warned me at the time that they believed the boy might have been tainted by his mother, that his block was slipping, but I chose not to expand the tragedy by killing a boy who might not have been a threat. Amelie shrugged again. Not all of my decisions are cruel, you see. But the ones which are not are usually wrong. Had I killed Shane then, and his father, as well, we would not now be facing thisbloody and painful farce.
Because hed be dead! Claire felt tears sting hard in her eyes and at the back of her throat. Please. Please dont let this happen. You can find out the truth, cant you? You have powers. You can tell that Shane didnt kill Brandon.
Amelie said nothing. She turned back toward the fire.
Claire watched her miserably for a few seconds, and felt tears break free to run down her cheeks. They felt ice-cold in the overly warm room. You can tell, she repeated. Why wont you even try? Is it just because youre angry at him?
Dont be infantile, Amelie said distantly. I do nothing out of anger. I am too old to fall into the trap of emotion. What I do, I do for expedience, and for the sake of the future.
Shane is the future! Hes my future! And hes innocent!
I know all that, Amelie said. And it does not matter.
Claire stopped, stunned. Her mouth was open, and she tasted woodsmoke on her tongue until she closed it and swallowed. What?
I know Shane is innocent of the crime of which he is accused,Amelie said. And yes, I could countermand Oliver. But I will not.
Why? It burst out of Claire like a scream, but it was really just a whimper, all the fight kicked out of it.
I have no reason to explain myself. Suffice to say that I have chosen to place Shane in that cage for a purpose. He may live, or he may die. That is no longer in my hands, and you may save both your breath and your hopes; I shall not stand up dramatically at the last moment as they light the pyres, and save your lover. Should it come to that, Claire, you must be prepared for the harsh reality that the world is not a fair or just place, and all your wishing cannot make it so. Amelie sighed, very lightly. A lesson I learned long, long ago, when the oceans were young, and sand was still rock. I am old, child. Older than you can possibly understand. Old enough that I play with lives like counters in a game. I wish this was not so, but damn me if I can change what I am. What the world is.
Claire said nothing. There didnt seem to be anything left to say, so she just cried, silently and hopelessly, until Amelie pulled a white silken handkerchief from her sleeve and gracefully held it out to her. Claire dabbed at her face with it, honked her nose, and hesitated with the silken square clutched in her hand. Shed grown up with disposable tissues; shed never actually held a handkerchief before. Not one like this, all beautiful embroidery and monogramming. You didnt throw these away, right?
Amelies lips curved into that distant smile. Wash it and return it to me someday, she said. But go now. I grow tired, and you will not change my mind. Go.
Claire slid off the chair and stood up, turned, and gasped. There were two of Amelies bodyguards standing right there, and she hadnt even known they were behind her the whole time. If shed tried anything
Go to sleep, Claire, Amelie said. Let things be. We shall see how the cards fall in our game.
Its not a game: Its Shanes life, Claire shot back. And Im not sleeping.
Amelie shrugged and folded her hands neatly in her lap. Then go about your quest, she said. But do not come back to me, little Claire. I will not be so well-disposed to you again.
Claire didnt look back, but she knew the bodyguards followed her all the way to the door.
Was there not something else you wanted to tell me? Amelie asked, just before she went out. Claire glanced back; the vampire was still staring into the fire. Did you not have another request?
I dont know what youre talking about.
Amelie sighed. Someone asked you for a favor.
Michael. Claire swallowed hard. Michael wants to talk to you.
Amelie nodded. Her expression didnt change.
What do I tell him? Claire asked.
That is entirely your affair. Tell him the truththat you did not care enough to deliver his message. Amelie waved a hand without even looking toward her. Go.
Lisa was sitting in the living room, frowning, arms folded, when Claire came back down the hall. She still looked fierce, never mind the bunny slippers, as she stood up to open the locks on the front door. Warrior princess on vacation, Claire thought. She guessed you grew up tough in Morganville, especially if you lived in a house Amelie could visit any time she felt like it.
Bad news, Lisa said. Right?
Did it show that much? Right, Claire said, and wiped at her eyes again with the handkerchief. She shoved it in her pocket and sniffled miserably. But Im not giving up.
Good, Lisa said. Now, when I open this door, youre gonna want to hurry. Go straight to the car out there. Dont look left or right.
Why? Is there something?
Morganville rules, Claire. Learn them, live them, survive them. Now go! Lisa yanked open the door, put a hand flat on Claires back, and propelled her out onto the porch. A second later, Lisa slammed the door, and Claire heard the rattle of the locks being turned. She got her balance, jumped down the steps, and hustled down the dark path and through the picket gate, and yanked open the passenger door of the car. She scrambled in and hit the lock, and then relaxed.
Im okay, she said, and turned to Detective Hess.
He wasnt there.
The drivers seat was empty. The keys were still in the ignition, the engine was idling, and the radio was playing softly. But the car was completely empty, except for her.
Oh God, Claire whispered. Oh God oh God oh God. Because she could drive the car, but that would mean stranding Detective Hess, if hed gone off doing police things. Stranding him without his partner to help him. Shed seen enough cop shows to know that wasnt a good idea. Maybe hed just gone off to talk to somebody and was coming right backor maybe hed been snatched out of the car by some hungry vamp. But didnt Hess have some kind of special Protection?
She had no idea what to do.
While she was thinking about it, she heard voices. Not loud, but a steady stream of conversation. It sounded like Detective Hess, and he wasnt far away. Claire cautiously rolled down the window and listened hard; she couldnt make out any words, but there were definitely voices.