"Why on earth would you do such a thing?" Amelie shook her head. "I can't protect you from deals made prior to the announcement. If Morley can make a claim, he can register the hunt. It would be legal, according to law. It would be up to you to protect yourselves."
"But you could let Morley and his people leave, right? That's all they want. To be set free, to go where they want."
Amelie was silent for a moment, and then she said, "No." That was all. No Sorry or Hope you don't die.
She turned back to the dead computer.
"But - "
Shane shook his head. "Let's go home. Come on, we have a month. We'll work it out."
Claire didn't think so, but she shut up and let Michael ferry them, one by one, out of the trapdoor and up to the lab. As they headed for his car, Eve's cell phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, hi, Heather." Eve sighed. "Don't tell me, I'm fired, right?"
Heather? Claire remembered, finally, that Heather was the assistant director for the play. It was the last possible thing Claire could think of, importance-wise, but Eve's face gradually lit up with a smile. "I'm not? Seriously? He didn't - oh wow. Okay. Yes. I'll be there. Yes, of course! . . . Oh, sure, hang on." She handed the phone to Claire. "She says she wants to talk to you."
Claire carefully put the phone to her ear. "Yes?"
"Claire, look, we need a new Stella. Mein Herr says you're perfect. He's already cleared it with your boss."
"He what?" And how did Myrnin get to make that kind of call, anyway? "I'm not an actress! I don't know anything - "
"That's what he likes," Heather said. "You're cast. Be at rehearsal tomorrow. Eve will tell you when."
She hung up.
Claire stared at the dead phone, then handed it back.
"I guess I'm in the play," she said.
"Good news," Eve said. "You've already got on-camera experience."
"Yeah, speaking of that, what's going to happen with Kim? Not that I care," Shane said quickly when Claire looked at him. "Just curious."
"I asked," Eve said. "Chief Moses says they'll keep her in the nuthouse for a while, see if she gets better. But even if she does, she'll be in jail a long time."
"You okay with that?"
Eve took in a deep breath. "Yeah," she said. "Yeah, I guess I am."
Claire looked down at the hard drive in her hand, the Sharpie-marked evidence, took it out, and handed it to Shane. "You do the honors," he said.
One smash against the bricks, and it shattered. He kept on smashing it, just to be sure, and then tossed the remains into a handy trash can at the end of the alley.
"The end," Shane said.
It wasn't. Michael and Eve were walking together, but not touching; Claire could see the tension between them. Ada was dead, and that meant the vampires were risking everything, at least for a while. As for Amelie's "gift," Claire knew there had to be a catch, and a big one.
It wasn't the end at all . . . but Claire was content to pretend for now. With Shane warm at her side, and the future stretching out in front of them, she could pretend for today that it was happily ever after.
Of course, tomorrow was another day.
The End