*I guess,' Reuben muttered.

*He'll be worried about Nina,' Estelle went on, before peering at Sergio. *Where do your parents live, darl? We'll have to call them too, I suppose.'

Sergio shook his head. *Nuh' was all he could manage.

*Are you sure?' Estelle looked surprised. *Won't they be worried?'

Sergio just stared down at his makeshift sling, leaving me the job of explaining.

*They were glad to see the back of him,' I volunteered. *They shut him up in a pizza oven.'

Estelle blinked. But it was Mum who echoed, *A pizza oven? '

*Because he's a werewolf. They were scared of him, see. That's why he was put in foster care.' Suddenly I remembered what I'd been meaning to tell Reuben for quite some time. *By the way,' I added, turning towards him, *I figured out how Lincoln must have tracked us both down. He must have heard about us from this doctor we've been seeing. Dr Passlow. He was Sergio's doctor, too.'

*Really?' said Reuben. He was so interested, he actually pulled his ear away from the door. *You think?'

*Yeah. I think Dr Passlow told another doctor in America, and the other doctor told that bloke who hired Lincoln a" what's his name?'

*Forrest Darwell.'

*Him. Right.'

*Wait a" wait just a minute,' Mum broke in, urgently flapping her hands to slow us down. She was being bombarded by too many unwelcome chunks of information. *Toby, listen to yourself. Do you realise what you're saying? You're saying that your paediatrician is involved in some kind of international conspiracy. Doesn't that seem a little farfetched to you?'

*Nope,' Reuben said bluntly, before I could speak. *Illegal werewolf fighting is a global industry worth millions of dollars. As long as it exists, your son is in danger.' He narrowed his eyes as Mum pursed her lips. *Whaddaya think we're doing here, for God's sake?' he exploded. *We're trying to stop all the abuse and the exploitation!'

*All right, all right . . .' Mum wasn't about to start throwing punches. She tried to calm things down a bit. *Let's say that's truea"'

*It is true!' Reuben spat.

*Fine,' she said. *Then why don't you just go to the police?'

There was a momentary pause. Everyone else exchanged longsuffering glances. Then we all began talking at once.

*We can't go to the police,' I told her.

*People hate werewolves,' Sergio insisted.

*You want Toby on some official werewolf register? How safe would he be then?' asked Reuben. *D'you think your neighbours would want a werewolf living down the street?'

*He'd never be able to get any kind of insurance, love,' was Estelle's contribution. *And he'd spend the rest of his life on rental blacklists.'

*People would try to kill him.' (That was Reuben, again.) *Or do medical research on him.'

*And if the police find out about Toby, then they'll find out about Nina,' Estelle concluded. *Which would be a nightmare, believe me. When it comes to bad press, vampires are even worse off than werewolves.'

Poor old Mum. This furious barrage left her reeling; she just sat there for a moment with a stunned expression on her face. Perhaps she would have recovered, eventually. Perhaps she would have thought of something clever to say, if we hadn't suddenly heard Gary's bedroom door creak open.

Listening hard, I could make out a cough, a sniff, a grunt, and the scrape of dragging footsteps. But Gary's strangled gasps were no longer audible.

*Sanford?' Reuben said sharply. *Are you there?'

*Don't come out,' Dr Plackett warned, in a weak little voice. *Just stay where you are.'

*Why? What's wrong?'

*Nothing.' Dr Plackett heaved a sigh. *It's done.'

Reuben caught his breath. Everyone else in the bathroom stiffened.

*Did it work?' Reuben asked. *Is he any better?'

*I don't know. It's too early to tell.' After a moment, the doctor admitted, *His breathing has improved.'

*Okay. Well . . . good.' Reuben seemed more amazed than pleased. *So what happens now?'

*Now we'll take Barry back downstairs,' said Dr Plackett. At which point Barry himself spoke up, loudly and aggressively.

*I don't wanna go downstairs! I'm fine! I promise!'

*No, you aren't,' Dr Plackett replied.

*I won't do anything!'

*Sorry. We can't take the risk.' After another short silence, the doctor said, *Go on. Move.'

*No,' snarled Barry.

Reuben grimaced. He adjusted his grip on the rifle; I think he wanted to rush out and stick it in Barry's face. Before he could even reach for the doorknob, however, Dr Plackett wearily remarked, *If you don't move right now, Barry, I'll stick you so full of drugs that you won't be able to move. Not for a week at least.' And this threat must have done the trick, because Dr Plackett aimed his next set of instructions straight at the bathroom door. *I'll be back directly, all right? Reuben? Don't come out till I secure Gary. He's been infected, so he's not safe. You'd be risking an attack.'

*Yeah, yeah.' Reuben's tone was bored and impatient. *Like he'll really leap out of bed and fang someone.' When the doctor said nothing, Reuben squashed himself against the door. *Hello? Are you there? Sanford?'

*Nina?' Estelle butted in, raising her voice. * Are you all right, Nina? '

*I'm fine,' Nina affirmed, from somewhere out in the hallway. She didn't sound fine, though. She sounded as if she were going to be sick. *We're both fine. Don't worry.'

*Ninaa"'

*I'll be back in a second, Mum.'

And that was that. Inside the bathroom, everyone listened to three sets of feet slowly moving out of earshot. At last Estelle said glumly, *Another bloody vampire.'

*Another bloody dickhead vampire,' Reuben amended. *Like we don't have enough in the group already.' He squinted at me through a curtain of tangled hair and said, *Do you actually know anything about this guy? Like where he lives, or if he's got family . . .?'

*Gary, you mean?' When Reuben nodded, I shrugged. *He's a bastard.'

*Yeah, but apart from that.'

*He hates his ex-wife,' Sergio piped up. *He wants to kill her.'

Estelle gave a snort. *That figures,' she rasped.

*He knows people in Melbourne,' Sergio continued. *And he used to sell drugs. I heard him telling Lincoln about it.'

*A real thug, in other words.' Estelle shook her head. *God knows, the McKinnons are bad enough. Nina's always complaining about the way they carry on at group meetings. But now she'll have to put up with this nasty piece of work . . .'

Estelle trailed off, still shaking her head. I couldn't help it; I had to ask.

*There are meetings?' I said. *What kind of meetings?'

*Oh, you know. Group therapy sessions. That kind of thing.'

*For vampires? '

My tone made her cross. *It's not easy being a vampire,' she snapped. * You try living with a chronic illness forever and ever.'

*Vampires have a harder time than we do,' Reuben was forced to concede. *But now that we've got the numbers, we could probably start our own group. For werewolves only. That's if Father Ramon wants to pitch in and helpa"'

* I think he should start a second Reformed Vampire Support Group,' Estelle interrupted. *Just for the hardcore villains. So decent types like Nina and Dave don't have to put up with people who ought to be in gaol.'

Reuben sniffed. Mum said softly, * You're the ones who ought to be in gaol.' I flashed her a disapproving look while Sergio shifted uncomfortably in the bath.

*When's that doctor gunna come back and fix me up?' he whined. *Me and Toby, we've been waiting for hours. It won't be much longer, will it?'

If he was trying to make everyone feel guilty, he certainly succeeded. Mum bit her lip. Estelle hunched her shoulders. Reuben took a deep breath and pushed his hair out of his eyes, like someone about to make an apology.

But he never got to speak. Because at that very instant, we heard the muffled sound of gunshots.

bang! bang!

There was a short break, then another three shots: bang! bang! bang!

By the time the sixth (and last) shot was fired, Reuben had already yanked open the bathroom door.

M y injured ankle slowed me down. By the time I reached the kitchen door, everyone else was way ahead of me. Reuben and Sergio had already plunged into the basement. Even Estelle had arrived at the top of the stairs.

* Nina! ' she squawked. * What happened? Nina? '

She was barely audible above all the shouts and screams and thumps. Someone was bellowing like an animal below us. Nina was squealing. Reuben was firing off orders; I couldn't quite hear what they were. A hoarse voice was begging, *Get him off! Get him off!'

Estelle began to clump downstairs. Mum hovered behind her, ducking and weaving in an effort to see was going on. * Stay back! ' cried Dr Plackett. He must have been yelling at Estelle, because she stopped suddenly, her chin level with the kitchen floor.

*What happened to you?' she exclaimed. *Where's Nina?'

No one replied. But in the clamour that followed I could just make out Nina's frantic pleading, which was muffled and indistinct.

Mum clapped her hands over her mouth, her eyes widening.

*What is it?' I demanded, limping towards her. Estelle wouldn't budge. Reuben's voice cut through all the commotion, strong and loud and urgent despite the fact that he was somewhere underground. *I've got 'im! Quick! Hurry! Move!' The sound of moaning sent a chill down my spine.

*Did a" did somebody get shot?' I asked. *Mum? What's going on?'

*He's hurt,' she whispered.

*Who is?'

*That doctor. He was holding his eye.'

*Where?' I couldn't see. Estelle was blocking my view. All at once, however, she began to retreat, backing up the stairs as a small knot of people advanced towards us both.

I flinched when I realised that one of these people was Lincoln.

*Oh my God,' Mum quavered.

I'll never forget what Lincoln looked like. He was hanging between Nina and Sergio, his legs dragging as he pressed a crumpled sheet to his bleeding neck. His white shirt was drenched in blood; his trousers were stained and dusty; his grey hair was like a dirty old mop above his drawn, yellowish face.

I've seen less mangled things peeled off the side of the road.

*Who a" howa"?' Mum stammered.

Sergio ignored her. *It was Danny,' he told me, goggle-eyed.

*Huh?' I said.

*Danny bit him! He tried to rip his throat out!'

*Oh my God,' Mum repeated. I didn't say anything. My mouth was too dry.

Nina started to move again, lurching along under the weight of Lincoln's right arm. She was ashen, dishevelled, and shaking like a leaf.

*Are you all right?' her mother wanted to know. *Nina? Are you hurt?'

Nina shook her head. As Sergio hauled Lincoln over to the nearest chair, she struggled to keep up. Lincoln was moaning again. The instant his butt hit the seat, Nina disentangled herself. She withdrew to the farthest corner of the kitchen.

*Psychopath,' Lincoln muttered thickly. *Oh, Christ . . .'

I was still trying to absorb Sergio's announcement. It didn't make sense to me.

* Danny bit him?' I'd been assuming that Barry was responsible. *But I thought Danny was out to lunch. Why would he suddenly go for Lincoln?'

When Nina answered, she spoke in the tight, rapid, creaky voice of someone who was trying not to breathe.

*Because Lincoln shot Danny,' she said.

Everyone froze. *He what? ' That was Estelle. Mum nearly fainted. I thought, This can't be happening.

Down in the basement, silence had fallen.