Chapter Nine
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"Is he dead?" Claire's heart was racing, and not just because she'd nearly gotten herself barbecued. . . . Myrnin was just getting better, just becoming himself again. For Ada to do this to him, now . . .
But Michael was shaking his head. "More like he's unconscious. I don't think he's hurt too badly. We just have to break the circuit. "
Claire hunkered down, trying to get a look at Myrnin's face; his head was turned to the side, but his black hair had fallen over his eyes, so she couldn't see if they were open or closed. He wasn't moving. "We need something wood or rubber to push him off the metal," she said. "See if you can find something. "
And with a snap, the lights went off. Claire's breath went out of her, and she felt her heart accelerate to about two hundred beats a minute when she heard Ada's cell-phone-speaker voice whisper, "I don't think you should do that. "
"Michael?"
"Right here. The circuit's still on to the keyboard; I can feel it. " His hand touched her shoulder, and even though she flinched, she felt reassured. "Here. Take this. "
He handed her something. It took her a second to figure out what it was - a hunk of wood? It felt odd. . . . "Oh God," Claire blurted, "is that a bone?"
"Don't ask," Michael said. "It's sharp on one end. Organic, like wood, so it makes a good weapon against vampires. Just don't stab me, okay?"
She wasn't making any promises, really. "Help me with Myrnin. " She carefully reversed the bone in her hands to the non-sharp end, and used the flashlight to check that Michael had something nonconductive, as well. He did, and it was more bone. It might have been a rib. She tried not to think about that too much. "You push from that side; I'll push from here. Push hard. We need to knock him completely away from the panel. "
Claire's cell phone screamed so loudly that it seemed like the speaker was melting from the force of it; the sound dissolved into high-pitched static, and Claire took a deep breath and put the end of the bone against Myrnin's shoulder. He was wearing a black velvet jacket, and the bone looked very white against it, almost blue in the Maglite beam.
She saw Michael as a shadow in the backwash of the light. "Ready," Michael said.
"Go!"
They pushed. Michael, of course, had vampire strength, so it was over in a flash - Myrnin's body flying backward from the console, crashing on its back in the darkness. A glittering, frustrated arc of blue sparks from the keyboard snapped toward Claire and fell short.
Claire almost dropped the bone as she turned it in her hand so the sharp end was ready to use, then got on one knee next to Myrnin's motionless body. She carefully brushed hair away from his marble-pale face. His eyes were open, and fixed. They looked dry, but as she watched, moisture flooded over them, and he blinked, blinked again, gasped, and came bolt upright. His gaze fixed on Claire's face, and he grabbed her arm in a tight, grinding grip.
"Let go," she said. He didn't. "Myrnin!"
"Hush," he whispered. "I'm thinking. "
"Yeah, great - can you do it without breaking my arm?"
"No. " He didn't even try to explain that, but just got to his feet while still clamped on to her wrist like a person-sized handcuff. "That hurt. "
"You need to shut her down; she just tried to kill you!"
Myrnin's eyes flashed a bloody red. "You will not tell me what to do!" He shoved her abruptly at Michael, and the glare was even angrier for him. "What are you doing here?"
"Talk later. Go now," Michael said, and grabbed Claire up in his arms before she could protest. "Those things are coming for us. "
Myrnin looked around into darkness that hid whatever it was that scared Michael so much. Claire didn't think she wanted to know; she put her arms around his neck and hung on for dear life as she felt his muscles tense. Things moved past, and she noticed a sense of air pressing against her. The tunnel, she thought, because things felt closed in, sounds seemed muffled and strange. "Myrnin?" she called behind them, but got no reply. Then she felt Michael jump, and for a breathless second she was weightless, suspended in midair as the light seemed to rush over her.
Michael landed perfectly just beyond the trapdoor set into the lab's concrete and stone, and quickly spun around, backing away at the same time.
Myrnin seemed to almost levitate up out of the hole in the floor, graceful as a cat. As his coat swirled like black fog, he turned in midair, reached out, and slammed the trapdoor shut.
Then he landed on it, light and perfectly balanced, and leaned over to slam his palm down on a red panel on top. It lit up, and a metallic clunk echoed through the lab. Myrnin stepped off the door, stared at it for a second, and then carefully unrolled the carpet and smoothed it back over the entrance to Ada's cave.
Claire let go of Michael and slid to her feet. She was still gripping her sharp-pointed bone weapon, and she didn't really feel inclined to put it down. Not yet. "What just happened?"
"I set the lock," Myrnin said, and tapped a toe on the carpet, in case she'd missed the point. "It's quite clever, you know. Electromagnetic. Keyed to my own handprint. "
"Yeah, that's great. Why were you down there in the first place? You know she's not - well. "
Myrnin fussily adjusted the lapels of his velvet coat, frowned at his bright blue vest as if he didn't remember wearing it, and shrugged. "Something to do with adjusting her emotional responses. Unfortunately, she was ready for me, it seems. She's quite clever, you know. " He seemed almost proud. "Now - was there something you wanted, Claire?"
"A thank-you might be nice. "
He blinked. "Whatever for? Oh, that. The electricity was only to keep me immobilized. She'd have had to let me go, eventually. "
"Not really. She could have just kept you like that until you starved, right?"
"I can't die. Not like that. I can be made very uncomfortable, and very hungry, and quite a bit mad, but not dead. She'd have to have one of her creatures - cut my head - off. . . . " Myrnin's voice trailed away, and he seemed very distant for a few seconds; then he said, "I see. Yes, you're quite correct. She would have options. But she wouldn't kill me. "
"Why not?"
"I think we both know why, Claire. "
"You mean, because she loves you? I'm not really seeing it right now. "
"Ada needs me as much as I need her," Myrnin snapped, suddenly - and very un-Myrnin-like - offended. "You know nothing about her, or me, and I am ordering you to stay out of my affairs where they concern Ada. " He suddenly staggered, and had to put out a hand to steady himself against the nearest lab table. "And fetch me some blood, Claire. "
"Get it yourself. " She couldn't believe she'd said it, but he'd really stung her. "Also, your precious Ada killed Bob by supersizing him and trying to get him to bite me. So maybe you don't know anything about Ada. "
"Get me blood, or I'll have to take what's available," Myrnin said softly. He didn't seem dramatic about it, and it wasn't a threat. He raised his head and looked at her, and she saw that shine there - lunatic and focused and very, very scary. "I'm very hungry. "
"Claire, go," Michael said, and moved to stand between her and Myrnin. "He's not faking it. "
He really wasn't, because Myrnin lunged for her. He was faster than she or Michael could have expected, and Michael was off balance and nowhere near the right place as Myrnin shoved him out of the way and sent him crashing into the nearest stone wall. . . .
Then he grabbed Claire by her shoulder and a fistful of hair. He wrenched her head painfully to the side, exposing her neck, and she felt the cool puff of his breath against her skin, and she knew she had only one move left.
She touched the tip of the bone stake to his chest, right over his heart, and said, "I swear to God I'll stake you and cut your head off if you bite me. " Her hands were shaking, and so was her voice, but she meant it. She couldn't live in fear of him; it hurt her to see him lose control like this. There was something shining and good in Myrnin,
but there were times it just drowned in the darkness. "If I let you do this, you'll never forgive yourself. Now let go, and get yourself a bag of blood. "
She could actually feel his fangs pressing dimples into her skin. And Myrnin himself was trembling now, a very fine vibration that told her just how much he was in trouble - well, that and the fact he was about to kill her.
She pressed harder with the stake, and felt the blue satin tapestry vest give way to the point.
She didn't see Michael move, but in only a few breathless seconds he was at her side, carefully putting in her free hand a squishy bag of blood. It was straight out of the refrigeration; he hadn't taken time to warm it, which was probably lifesaving.
"Let go," Claire said.
And Myrnin did, loosening his hands just enough to let her step back. His eyes were wild and desperate, and his fangs stayed down like glittering exclamation points.
Claire held out the blood bag.
After a second's hesitation, Myrnin grabbed it,brought it to his mouth, and bit down so hard, blood squirted over his face, the way a really juicy tomato would.
Claire shuddered. "I'll get you a towel. "
She went to the small bathroom - so well hidden, it had taken her forever to find it - and turned on the rusty tap to moisten a towel marked PROPERTY OF MORGANVILLE; it was probably hospital supply, or from a prison. She splashed some water on her face, too, and looked at herself in the mirror for a few seconds. A stranger looked back at her - someone who didn't look that frightened. Someone who had just faced down a vampire intent on feeding.
Someone who could handle that kind of thing, and still be his friend.
The towel was soaked through. Claire squeezed to wring out the excess warm water, then went back to help her boss get cleaned up.
She knew he'd say how sorry he was, and he did - first thing, as she sponged the splatter off his face. Tomato juice, she told herself when what she was doing hit home. It's just tomato juice. You've cleaned up after exploded catsup bottles; this is nothing.
"Claire," Myrnin whispered. She glanced into his face, then away as she tried to scrub the worst of the stain off his vest. He seemed tired, and he was sitting in his big leather wing chair. "It came on me so suddenly. I couldn't - you understand? I never meant it. "
"Is this what happened to Ada when she was alive?" Claire asked. There was blood on his long white hands, too. She gave him the warm towel, and he wiped his fingers on it, then found a clean spot and scrubbed his face again, although she'd gotten the blood off already. He held the warm towel there, covering up whatever his expression was doing. When he lowered it, he was completely in control of himself. "Ada and I were complicated," he said. "This situation is nothing like that one. For one thing, Ada was then a vampire. "
"Well, things have changed," Claire said. Myrnin meticulously folded the towel and handed it back to her. "You know she's going to kill you? You get it now?"
"I'm not yet prepared to make any such claim. " He looked down at his vest and sighed. "Oh dear. That's never coming out. "
"The stain?"
"The hole. " He continued to stare at the hole her bone stake had made, and said, "You really would have killed me, wouldn't you?"
"I - wish I could tell you it was a bluff. But I would have. I can't bluff with you. "
"You're correct. If you do, I'll know, and you'll be dead. I'm a predator. Weakness is . . . seductive. " He cleared his throat. "Mutually assured destruction was good enough for the United States and the Soviet Union; I believe it will be good enough for us. I'd have preferred it not to come to that, but it's hardly your fault - " He broke off, because as he looked up, his gaze fell on the motionless corpse lying on the table in the middle of the lab. "Oh dear. What is that?"
"That would be Bob. Remember Bob? That's what Ada did to him. "
"Impossible," Myrnin said, and rose out of his chair to stalk to the table and lean over alarmingly close, poking at the spider's body with curious fingers. "No, quite impossible. "
"Excuse me? I was here! He grew, just like in a monster movie!"
"Oh, I can see that. Clearly, that isn't impossible. No, what I meant was your identification of him as Bob. "
"What?"
"This isn't Bob," Myrnin said.
Claire rolled her eyes. "He came out of Bob's cage. "
"Ah, that explains it. I found a companion for Bob. I thought it was likely they'd try to eat each other, but they seemed content enough. So this must have been Edgar. Or possibly Charlotte. "
"Edgar," Claire repeated. "Or Charlotte. Right. "
Myrnin left the dead spider and went to Bob's container. He rooted around in it for a few seconds, then triumphantly held out his palm toward Claire.
Bob - presumably - sat crouched there, looking as confused and frightened as a spider could.
"So it was only Edgar," Myrnin said. "Not the same thing at all. "
"Was Edgar always the size of a dog?"
"Oh, of course not, he - oh, I see your point. Regardless of which spider it is, there are some mysteries to be solved. " Myrnin carefully nudged Bob off his palm, back into the container, and then rubbed his hands together eagerly. "Yes, there's definitely work to be done. Ada must have made tremendous strides recently in her research, for her to be able to create this kind of effect. I must know how, and what went wrong. "
"Myrnin. Ada made a spider grow into a monster and tried to kill me with it. This isn't about how she did it. It's why. "
"Why is for other people. I am much more concerned with the method, and I'm surprised, Claire; I thought you would be the same. Well, not surprised, perhaps. Disappointed. " He carefully uncurled one of the spider's long legs. Claire shuddered. "I'll need a corkboard. A large one. And some very large pins. "
Claire and Michael exchanged a look. He'd been standing there, a fascinated but disgusted observer to all this, and now he just shook his head. "If all he wants is for you to fetch and carry, maybe you should just leave him to it. "
"She's my assistant; it's her job to fetch and carry," Myrnin snapped, and then looked sorry. "But - perhaps you've done enough for one day. "
Claire ticked them off on her fingers. "Survived spider attack. Rescued you. Got you blood. Cleaned up blood leftovers. "
"I shall therefore fetch my own corkboard. Claire?" She turned and looked at him as she and Michael headed for the exit. Myrnin looked back in control again, and except for the bloodstain on his vest, you'd never have known he'd been anything less.
"Thank you," he said softly. "I shall consider what you said. About Ada. "
She nodded, and escaped.
Michael, as it turned out, was headed for the rehearsal of the play Eve was in, and Claire belatedly remembered that she'd been invited, too. His car was parked at the end of the alley, on the cul-de-sac, and he had an umbrella with him to block the sun. It looked kind of funny, but at least it was a giant golf umbrella, very manly. It had a duck carved into the handle.
Michael even opened the passenger door for her, like a gentleman, but instead of getting in, she reached for the umbrella. "You're the one who combusts," she said. "You get in first. " He gave her a funny look as she walked him to the driver's side, and shaded him as he sat. "What?"
"I was thinking how different you are," he said. "You really stood up to Myrnin in there. I'm not sure a lot of vampires could have done that. Including me. "
"I'm not different. I'm the same Claire as ever. " She grinned, though. "Okay, fewer bruises than when you first met me. "
He smiled and closed the car door; she folded the umbrella and got in on the shotgun side. She was careful to open the door only enough to get in; the angle of the sun was cutting uncomfortably close to reaching Michael's side of the car. Inside, the tinting cut the light almost completely. It was like being in a cave, again, only she hoped this one didn't house giant mutated spiders and - what had Michael called them? Things.
/> "Some people come to Morganville and collapse," Michael said as he put the car in motion. "I've seen it a dozen times. But there are a few who come here and just - bloom. You're one of those. "
Claire didn't feel especially bloomy. "So you're saying I thrive on chaos. "
"No. I'm saying you thrive on challenge. But do me a favor, okay?"
"Considering you came running and jumped into a cave to help me out? Yes. "
He shot her a smile so sweet it melted her heart. "Don't ever let him get that close to you again. I like Myrnin, but he can't be trusted. You know that. "
"I know. " She took his hand and squeezed it. "Thanks. "
"No problem. You die, I have to call your parents and explain why. I really don't want to do that. I've already got the whole vampire thing against me. "
That took up the entirety of the short drive to the rehearsal hall, which of course had underground parking, being in the vampire part of town. It also had security, Claire was interested to note - a vampire on duty in a blacked-out security booth whom she thought she remembered as being from Amelie's personal security detail. Hard to tell when they all wore dark suits and looked like the Secret Service, only with fangs. Michael showed ID and got a pass to put in his windshield, and within five minutes, they were heading up a sweeping flight of stairs into the Civic Center's main auditorium.
There they found the director having a total YouTube moment.
"What do you mean, not here?" he bellowed, and slammed a clipboard to the stage floor. He had an accent - German, maybe - and he was a neat little man, older, with thinning gray hair and a very sharp face. "How can she not be here? Is she not in this play? Who is responsible for the call sheet?"
One of the other people standing in a group around the director onstage waved her hand. She had a clipboard, a microphone headset, and a tense, worried expression. Claire didn't recognize her. "Sir, I tried calling her cell phone six times. It went to voice mail. "
"You are the assistant director! Find her! I don't want to hear about this voice mail nonsense!" He dismissed her with a flip of his hand and glared at the rest of the group. "Well? We must shift the schedule, then, until she gets here, yes? Script!"
He held out his hand; some quick thinker slapped a bundle of paper into his hand. He flipped pages. "No, no, no - ah! Yes, we will do that. Is our Stanley here?"
A big, tattooed guy shouldered through the crowd. "Here," he said. That, Claire guessed, was Rad, the one Eve and Kim were going gaga over. He looked - big. And tough. She didn't see the appeal; for one thing, he wasn't anything like Shane, who was almost as big, and probably just as tough. Shane wore it like part of his body. This guy made a production out of it.
"Good, we'll do the bar scene. We have Mitch? Yes? And all the others?"
Claire stopped listening and glanced at Michael. "Where's Eve? They're missing a her. "
"I don't know. " He looked at the crowd of people rushing around the stage, resetting the scenery, going over lines, arguing with one another. "I don't see her anywhere. "
"You don't think - "
Michael was already walking down the aisle, heading for the stage.
"I guess you do think. " Claire hurried after him.
Michael put himself directly in front of the frazzled-looking assistant director, who had a cell phone to one ear, and a finger jammed in the other. She turned a shoulder toward him, clearly indicating she was busy, but he grabbed it and swung her around to face him. Her eyes widened in shock. Michael took the phone from her hand and checked the number. "It's not Eve's," he told Claire, and she saw the intense relief that flooded over his face. "Sorry, Heather. "
"It's okay, it's still voice mail. " Heather, the assistant director, looked even more worried. She was biting her lip, gnawing on it actually, and darting her eyes toward the livid director, who was stomping around the stage throwing pages of the script to the floor. "Eve's in the dressing room. Man, I am so fired. "
Michael zipped off, ruffling their hair with the speed of his passage, leaving Claire standing with Heather. After a hesitation, she stuck out her hand. "Hi," she said. "Claire Danvers. "
"Oh, that's you? Funny. I thought you'd be - "
"Taller?"
"Older. "
"So who's missing?"
Heather held up a finger to silence her, tapped the device strapped to her belt, and spoke into her headset mike. "What's the problem? Well, tell him that the director wants it that way, so just do it, okay? I don't care if it looks good. And quit complaining. " She clicked it to OFF and wiped sweat from her forehead. "I don't know what's worse, having a crew who's a bunch of newbies, or having a crew who's been doing this kind of thing since they still used gas in footlights. "
Claire blinked. "You've got vampires on the crew. "
"Of course. Also in the cast, and of course, Mein Herr, there. " Heather jerked her chin at the director, who was lecturing some poor sap trying to position a potted plant. "He's kind of a perfectionist. He imported the costumes from vintage shops. You tell me, who worries about authentic fabrics when you've just cast two Goth girls as the leads?"
Heather wasn't so much talking to her as at her, Claire decided, so she just shrugged. "So, who's missing?"
"Oh. Our second female lead. Kimberlie Magness. "
Kim. Claire felt a slow roll of irritation. "Does she usually show up on time?" Because that would be a surprise.
Heather raised her eyebrows. "In this production, everybody shows up on time. According to Mein Herr, to be early is to be on time, and to be on time is to be late. She's never been late. "
Still. Kim. Probably nothing at all.
"Where is my Stella?" the director bellowed suddenly, and the sound bounced around the stage and also out of Heather's earpiece. She winced and turned down the volume. "Stella!" He drew it out, Brando-style.
And in the wings of the stage, Eve stepped out from behind the curtains, tightly holding Michael's hand. She was dressed in tight black jeans, a black baby-doll shirt with a pentagram on it, and lots of chains and spikes as accessories.
From the director's sudden silence, and Heather's intake of breath, Claire figured that wasn't what Eve was supposed to be wearing. "Oh no," Heather whispered. "This isn't happening. "
"What?"
"He insists on rehearsal in costume. Something about getting inside the characters. She's supposed to be in her slip. "
The director stomped to Eve, stopping inches away from her. He looked her up and down, and said coldly, "What do you think you are doing?"
"I have to go," she said. Her knuckles were white where she gripped Michael's hand, but she stared the director right in the eyes. "I'm sorry, but I have to. "
"No one leaves my rehearsals except in a body bag," he said. "Is that how you'd prefer it?"
"Is that really how you want this to go?" Michael asked quietly. "Because somebody could leave in a body bag, but it won't be her. "
The director showed teeth in a grimace - it actually looked painful for him to smile. "Are you threatening me, boy?"
"Yes," Michael said, completely still. "I know I'm new at this. I know I'm not a thousand years old with a pile of bodies behind me. But I'm telling you that she has to go, and you're going to let her. "
"Or?"
Michael's eyes took on a shine - not red, but almost white. It was eerie. "Let's not find out. You can spare her for the day. "
The director hissed, very softly, and held the stare for so long, Claire thought things were about to go very, very wrong . . . and then a mild-looking man in a retro bowling shirt stepped up and said, "Is there a problem? Because I am responsible for these two in Amelie's absence. "
And Claire blinked, and realized it was Oliver. Not really Oliver, because he looked . . . different - not just the clothes, but his whole body language. She'd seen him do that before, but not quite this dramatically. His accent was different, too - more of a flat Midwest k
ind of sound, nothing exotic about it at all.
The director threw him a look, then blinked and seemed to reconsider his position. "I suppose not," he finally said. "I can't have this kind of disruption, you know. This is serious business. "
"I know," Oliver said. "But a day won't matter. Let the girl go. "
"We're going to find Kim," Eve said. "So really, we're still on company business, right?"
The director's face tensed again, on the verge of an outburst, but he swallowed his words and finally said, "You may tell Miss Magness that she may have one rehearsal as a grace period. If she is late one second to any other time I call, she will be mine. " He didn't mean fired. He meant lunch.
Claire swallowed. Heather didn't seem surprised. She made a note on her clipboard, shook her head, and then cocked her head again as a burst of words came out of her headphone. "Dammit," she sighed. "Are you kidding me? Great. No, I don't care how you do it; just make it happen. " She clicked off and looked at Claire. "Wish me luck. "
"Um, luck?"
Heather mounted the stairs to the stage and approached the director to whisper something to him. He shouted in fury and stomped away, waving his arms.
Michael and Eve took the chance to escape down to where Claire waited.
Oliver followed them.
"Nice shirt," Claire said, straight-faced.
He glanced down at it, dismissed it, and said, "Now tell me what's going on. Immediately. "
"Kim's missing," Eve said. "I tried to find her before the rehearsal; we were supposed to get together - anyway, she didn't show. I was really worried. I was almost late, and I couldn't find her. She's not answering her phone, either. "
"Kim," Oliver said. "Valerie owns her contract. Her unreliability is very much Valerie's problem. " He didn't sound overly bothered about it. Claire guessed Kim hadn't made friends there, either.
"We need you to call the police. Tell them to look for her. "
"No. "
"No?"
"Kim has a Protector, who is responsible for her," he repeated. "I will not order town resources to be spent chasing down someone who is, in all likelihood, a victim of her own folly in one way or another. "
"Wait a minute. According to the Morganville rules, she's got rights," Claire said. "Whether she's got a vampire Protector or not, she's still a resident. You can't just abandon her!"
"In fact, I can," Oliver said. "I am neither required to help nor harm. Kim Magness is no concern of mine, or any other vampire except Valerie, whom I will inform in due course. If you wish to call Chief Moses and explain the situation, you are free to do so. She and the mayor have jurisdiction over the humans. But I sincerely doubt that a human well known to be unstable, who's been missing only a few hours, will be a top priority. " He dismissed the whole thing, and walked away, back up the steps. By the time he'd reached the stage, he was back in his meek, mild persona.
That was just weird.
"Son of a bitch," Eve hissed through clenched teeth.
"Come on, we don't need him," Michael said. "Where first?"
Eve took a deep breath. "I guess her apartment. " She cast an almost apologetic look at Claire. "I'm sorry. I know you guys don't exactly, ah, click, but - "
"I'll help," Claire said. Not because she cared so much about Kim, but because she cared about Eve. Eve gave her a quick hug. "Want me to call Shane?"
"Would you?" Eve was making puppy-dog eyes now, really pitiful. "Any help we can get - I'm really worried, Claire. This isn't like Kim. It really isn't. "
Claire nodded, took out her phone, and dialed Shane's number. He didn't seem to need a lot of encouragement to yell to his boss that he had to go, family emergency. Claire told him they'd swing by to pick him up.
By the time the call was over, they were heading down into the darkened parking garage again. "I can't believe I did that," Eve said. "I just totally blew my shot at the play, forever. He's going to replace me. I'll never get a part in anything, ever again. My life is over. "
"Blame Kim," Claire said. "You're a good friend. "
Eve looked miserable anyway. "Not good enough, or she'd be here, right?"
"So not your fault. "
Eve raised her eyebrows. "What if it were me missing? Wouldn't you guys feel guilty, somehow?"
That shut Claire up, because she would, and she knew it. Even if she'd had nothing to do with it, she'd feel she should have done something.
She was still thinking that over when she felt the tingle of a portal opening nearby. Claire felt a spike of alarm drive deep, and grabbed her phone to look at the tracking app she'd loaded on it. Yes. An unplanned portal was getting forced open, right here, in the shadows about a dozen feet away.
"Get to the car!" she yelled, and sprinted for it. Eve didn't ask why, thankfully; she just tore off in pursuit, and Michael bounded ahead to jump in the driver's side.
A flood of spiders poured out, skittering across the concrete floor - bouncing, as if they were being poured out of a giant bucket.
Thousands of Bobs, only larger, the size of small Chi huahuas. Eve shrieked and threw herself into the backseat, slamming the door as one launched itself toward them; it hit the glass and bounced off. Claire kicked one away as she jumped in the passenger seat, and Michael locked the doors. "What the hell?" Eve yelled. "Oh my God, it's like Attack of the Giant CGI!"
"It's Ada," Claire said. She and Michael exchanged a look. "She's tracking me. She's got to be. "
"Why?"
Symbols flashed in front of Claire's eyes, the symbols she reviewed and committed to memory every single morning. "Because I know her secret," she said. "I know how to reset her, kind of like wiping her memory. Myrnin won't do it, but I will. And she can't have that. "
"Great," Michael said. "And where do you have to go to reset her?"
"Guess. "
"You are just all kinds of fun right now. " He fired up the engine and hit the gas. Claire hid her eyes as they drove over spiders, because that was just sick and kind of sad. The spiders chased them for a while, then milled around in the distance and one by one, turned up their legs and died.
Ada hadn't been able to keep them alive for long, which was great news for the next person in the parking garage.
"Kim first," Claire said. "Eve's right. Something could have happened to her. "
"You're sure. "
"I'm sure Ada would expect me to come running. I'd rather let her wait. And worry. "
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