her it was an emergency entry), but she came back shaking her head.

She looked disturbed, though. “Bodies,” she said. “Quite a few. He’s been processing vampires through his conversion faster than I

thought. But Jesse’s not in there.”

“Then where?” Shane asked.

Claire thought frantically. It could be anywhere, absolutely

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anywhere in Morganville, but Fallon seemed to be a man who en-

joyed sticking the knife in and twisting it just a little bit more.

That meant if he’d moved Jesse, he’d moved her for a reason.

“I think he’s got her with him,” Claire said. “At Founder’s

Square. Don’t you?”

“Well,” Hannah said, “we have to go there anyway. Hop in.”

The ride back to Founder’s Square wasn’t as easy as leaving, mainly because the alerts about Hannah had gone out; they heard it on

the police radio in the car when the news dropped. Chief Hannah Moses to be arrested on sight. Armed and dangerous.

“That,” Hannah said, “is code for Kil ing her would be just fine.

Most of my folks won’t feel that way. I hire good people, mostly,

though some of them got forced on me, like Sullivan. But Fallon’s

Daylighters will be out for blood, and they won’t hesitate.”

Not good news, Claire thought. They needed Hannah by their

side. “So how are we going to get there?”

“On foot,” Hannah said. She stopped the car and parked it in

front of the City Lights Washateria, where only a couple of people

sat inside, looking depressed and watching the dryers spin. “Give

me two minutes.”

She went in, had a short exchange with the woman sitting

there, opened the dryer, and pulled out some clothes.

“Um . . . ,” Claire said, and poked Shane in the ribs. “Is she

changing clothes?”

“Yep,” he said. “Normally, if we weren’t in mortal danger, I

would really find this fascinating.”

It was actually less than two minutes before Hannah was back,

carrying a bundle with her uniform and gun belt. She’d found a

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slightly large pair of dress pants that weren’t really long enough

(but flood pants were in, Claire remembered) and a too- frilly pink shirt that was also a little big, but surprisingly cute. The only

things that seemed far out of place were her shoes, which were typ-

ical police issue, but at a glance she could pass easily as a civilian.

She’d also taken the Daylighters pin from her uniform collar

and was wearing it on the shirt.

“Camouflage,” she said, when Claire pointed at it. She opened

the doors. “We’ll be walking from here on in. Shane, you’re famil-

iar with this.” She tossed him the shotgun from the rack in front.

“Claire— take the Taser.”

“What about you?”

Hannah slipped her sidearm into a pancake holster at the small

of her back, and flipped the shirt down over it.