Are you armed?" Oliver asked her.<br />She glanced down at her backpack and instantly, instinctively held back. "No."<br />"Lie to me again and I'll put you out on the street and do this myself."<br />Claire swallowed. "Uh, yeah."<br />"With what?"<br />"Silver-coated stakes, wooden stakes, a crossbow, about ten bolts . . . oh, and a squirt gun with some silver-nitrate solution."<br />He smiled grimly at the dark windshield. "What, no grenade launchers?"<br />"Would they work?"<br />"I choose not to comment.