Bitter Blood (The Morganville Vampires #13)(42)

“They were delicious,” Shane said. “Hey, he made a profit. He used to cut them in half and trade each separately.”

“Enrique.”

“I was an entrepreneur, Mama.” Enrique gave her a devastating grin. “What, you want my M&Ms now?” In answer, she handed him a small letter-sized sheet of paper, and he held it against the telephone pole as she stapled it in place.

The flyer said, captain obvious for mayor, and it had a big question mark underneath the caption where a picture ought to go. The slogan said, vote human. That was all.

“What the hell?” Shane asked, and pointed at the blank picture. “Mrs. Ramos, Captain Obvious left town. You can’t ask people to vote for somebody who isn’t even here.”

“Maybe an empty seat is better than one filled by another useless bootlicker,” she said, and as friendly as she seemed, her eyes were chilly and dark all of a sudden. “I’ve seen these Morrell posters. How can you of all people support such a thing, Shane? I know what that evil bruja did to you and your family!”

“It’s not…” Shane took a step back, frowning. “It’s not what it looks like. Look, Monica’s a whole lot of things, but a bootlicker? Not so I’ve ever noticed. She’s more likely to be wearing the boots, and kicking with them. Weak, she’s not. And we need somebody on that council who will stand up to the vampires for us.”

Anger flared in Mrs. Ramos’s lined face. “She is part of the cancer that eats at this town. She and her whole disgusting family! I thank God that her father and brother are gone—”

“Wait a second,” Shane interrupted, and it was his serious voice now, the one that meant he wasn’t going to let it go. “Richard Morrell was okay. He tried. Don’t—”

“He was a corrupt man from a corrupt family.” Her voice had gone hard now, as unyielding as the flinty distance in her eyes. “Enough. I’ve finished talking with you.”

Claire tried a different approach. Emotion clearly wasn’t getting them anywhere. “But—they won’t let you write in someone who doesn’t even exist!”

“Captain Obvious does exist,” Flora said. “He always has, always will. Until he stands up again, I’ll stand for him.”

“You,” Claire said. “You’re the new Captain Obvious?”

Enrique had gone quiet now, and when he wasn’t smiling and being friendly, he looked a little bit dangerous. “Why? You got a problem with that? My mom’s not good enough for you?”

“No, I just—” Claire didn’t know how to finish that.

Shane did. “Dude, she’s your mom. She used to throw bake sales. She made cookies. How can she be Captain Obvious?”

“How can any mother not want to be against the evil that lives here?” Flora said. “I raised kids in this town. Enrique, Hector, Donna, and Leticia. You tell me, Shane. You tell me what happened to three of my kids.”

He just looked at her mutely for a long few seconds, and then away. “That wasn’t anybody’s fault. It was an accident.”

“So they said.”

Claire cleared her throat; she felt—as always—as though someone had failed to fill her in, and here she was standing in the middle of a scene clearly full of tension, and she didn’t understand any of it. “Uh, sorry, but…what happened?”

Mrs. Ramos didn’t reply, and Shane didn’t seem to want to, now that he’d tripped over the land mine. So Enrique finally sighed and dived in.

“My sister Donna was driving,” he said. “She was seventeen, just got her license. She was taking my brother Hector to work—he was nineteen—and my sister Letty to school. It was the middle of winter, a little icy like it gets sometimes. Black ice, the kind you can’t see. She hadn’t ever driven on it before. They hit a pole.” He didn’t finish the story, but Claire guessed how it would end: in funerals. That was confirmed by a sideways glance at Shane. He had that quiet, closed-in look he got when people talked about their lost friends and relatives; he’d had so much of it himself, losing his sister, then his mom, and finally his dad. He always seemed to guard against emotion, even when it came from other people.

“That wasn’t all of it,” Flora Ramos said, with a suppressed anger that made the hair shiver at the nape of Claire’s neck. “My children were out there lying hurt and alone, and they took their lives. I know they did.”

“Mama, it was an accident. They bled out; you know what the doctors said.”

“The doctors, the doctors, like they don’t work for the monsters just as we all do? No, Enrique. It was the vampiros. It wasn’t an accident. You should know that!” She sounded weary and furious at the same time; whenever it had happened, it was still fresh in her mind. “I have one child left they haven’t taken from me. And they won’t. Not while I have breath left in my body.”

“You could leave town,” Shane said quietly. “You had a chance.”

“And our house? Our life? No. My husband is buried here, and my children. This is our home. The monsters must leave it before we do.” She raised her chin, and Claire saw that despite the wrinkles, the gray hair, she was determined, and dangerous. “Don’t play these games, Shane; politics here means our lives. I will not let you make it a joke.”