Hope dug in. "Whatever problem you have, it"s your your problem. Mine is Karl and Robyn. I don"t even know where Robyn is " problem. Mine is Karl and Robyn. I don"t even know where Robyn is "
"Picked up by the Cabal, I"m sure. You want them back from the Cabal SWAT team, and I want to get to the k.u.mpania without that SWAT team on my tail. The two goals, I think you"ll agree, are not mutually exclusive." He took her elbow. "Come on."
FINN.
That sprint along the motel had burned off Finn"s anger, and when he saw Robyn clutching the gun, the first thing he noticed was not the black hole of a barrel, but those slender hands trembling. Robyn struggled to hold her expression immobile, eyes narrowed, in a desperate attempt to hide her terror. It was a look Finn knew well. He"d seen it on too many people at the other end of a gun, fighting to show that they weren"t scared, that they would would pull that trigger, and that made them ten times more dangerous than the most hardened g.a.n.g.b.a.n.ger. Because at the smallest move, the slightest sound, they fire before their brain could interfere. pull that trigger, and that made them ten times more dangerous than the most hardened g.a.n.g.b.a.n.ger. Because at the smallest move, the slightest sound, they fire before their brain could interfere.
"You don"t want to do this," he said.
Robyn"s laugh wobbled as much as her hands. "Are you going to remind me of the penalty for shooting an officer of the law, Detective? I bet that comes in handy, doesn"t it? Your boss sends you after someone like me, and if I stand up to you, you just play the cop card, make me think twice about defending myself."
"My boss?"
"The people you work for."
"I work for the city of "
"Cut the c.r.a.p, Detective Findlay. Hope already figured out your game."
"Hope?"
"Ah, so now you"re going to pretend you never met her."
"If you mean your friend, Hope Adams "
"That"s the only Hope both of us know. Only you didn"t know her as well as you thought. You overlooked that magic power detector of hers."
"Magic power?" He remembered interviewing Adams, remembered being afraid she"d somehow pick up on his secret.
"Are you going to parrot everything I say? I bet that"s what they teach you at double-agent school, huh? In case of exposure, whatever your interrogator says, repeat it back?"
"Double-agent " He stopped himself. "I don"t know what "
" I"m talking about. Lesson two: deny everything. Now you"ll tell me that Hope"s wrong, you don"t have supernatural powers."
He felt his jaws part. He wouldn"t go so far as to say it dropped, but it definitely opened.
"Better yet, gape at me like I"ve lost my mind."
He shut his mouth.
"Over the last few days," she continued, "I have had very good cause to question my sanity, but if I know one thing right now, it"s that I"m not crazy and nothing you can say is going to convince me otherwise. Now, are you going to tell me you don"t have supernatural powers?"
He should deny it. He"d been raised to do that until he was married, and then only to tell his wife, warning her the same way he would if his genes carried a disorder.
But Robyn Peltier would see his lie. She"d condemn him for it worse than she"d ever condemn him for the truth. Considering she was a fugitive currently holding a gun on him, her opinion shouldn"t matter. But it did. And he knew if he was going to solve this case, and find not only justice but truth, his answer and her opinion would be critical.
"No," he said.
"So you are are going to deny it." going to deny it."
"I mean no, I"m not not going to deny it." going to deny it."
She took a second to recover, loosening and regripping the gun.
"Can you put that down?" he asked.
"Right now, this gun is the only thing guaranteeing me the truth."
"No." He met her gaze. "It isn"t."
She faltered again, her fingers peeling off and finding new holds. Then, slowly, she lowered it to her side.
"You have them, don"t you?" she said.
"Who?"
"Hope and Karl."
"I don"t have any "
"Your employer does, then."
"My employer " Finn exhaled, air whistling through his teeth. "Okay, let"s back up. Who do you think I work for?"
"The man in the photograph. The one Portia sent to me, that started this whole thing."
"You mean Irving Nast?" He took out his badge. "This didn"t come from a cereal box, Robyn. You can call in the number right now and check. I"m a real detective."
"Of course you are. That"s the beauty of it. They get you on the LAPD and anytime a crime involves you people "
"You people?"
She flushed, as if caught making a racial slur. "Your... your sort. People with... supernatural powers. Werewolves, demons, clairvoyants, whoever works for the Nasts. If they get into trouble or cause it you swoop in and clean up, keep your world a secret."
There was, Finn reflected, a bizarre logic to that... once you got past the part about werewolves and demons employed by a nefarious organization posing as a Fortune 500 corporation, which, he admitted, was rather a large roadblock.
"Irving Nast... ?" was all he could say.
Robyn crossed her arms, gun dangling from her fingers, fixing him with a sharp look of disapproval. They"d finally gotten past the parroting and denials, and now he was backsliding.
"If I"m working for Irving Nast, why was I at his office a few hours ago?"
Her disapproval slid into disgust. Obviously if he was working for Irving Nast, he"d have reason to meet with him.
"I went to question him on this case," he said. "Instead I met Sean Nast. Does that ring a bell?"
"Should it?"
"Ask Hope. She met him an hour ago right after I left the Nast offices. You think that"s a coincidence?"
She uncrossed her arms.
"Hope did meet with someone, right?" he prodded.
"Yes, a contact."
"Who was Sean Nast, the guy I met, who stonewalled me, shooed me out of his office, then raced off to meet your friend. So I would suggest I"m I"m not the one working for the Nasts." not the one working for the Nasts."
Robyn shook her head, her arms falling to her sides now. "Not Hope. Sean Nast is her contact in that organization. You talked to him, so he called her..."
"And I followed her from that meeting to this motel. All of which should mean I don"t work for Irving Nast."
It wasn"t a bulletproof argument and her look told him so, but she did ease back, thinking.
"You do have some supernatural power, though, right?"
"If you call it that."
"Hope said you"re a necromancer."
That was the second time this week he"d heard that word. He didn"t like the way it made him feel uneasy and unbalanced. Like being the star in every school play, coming to L.A. and finding yourself one of a thousand actors who"d starred in every school play.
"I have no idea what what a necromancer is..." Robyn continued. a necromancer is..." Robyn continued.
It took a moment to notice her watching him expectantly.
"It means... ghosts," he said. "I see ghosts, communicate with them."
He braced himself for her eyes to light up, for her to say, "You can talk to the dead? My husband pa.s.sed away six months ago. Can you... ?" He"d promised Damon he wouldn"t tell her, not yet. But if she gave him that look, if those green eyes lit with hope, if she asked...
But it didn"t register. Maybe because he"d said "ghosts" not "the dead." Maybe because, right now, Damon was miles from her mind.
"You talk to ghosts," she said, nodding as if a.s.similating. "Okay, that I can live with. It"s a lot easier to believe than some of the others."
"Others?"
"The " She stopped, studying him. "You really don"t work for the Nasts, do you?"
He shook his head.
"You know nothing about the Nasts, do you?"
He shook his head.
"But you do know you"re a necromancer."
"If that"s what it"s called, I guess so. I just know that seeing ghosts runs in my family."
"But the rest of it... ? Clairvoyants? Demons? Werewolves?"
"Uh, no."
"Oh, boy."
As silence settled over them, a figure flickered to Finn"s right, by the side fence. An arm appeared. Then a leg in midstride. Finally a faint figure shimmered, heading his way. A few paces later, Damon popped into full view.
"Oh, so now now you can see me. About time. I"ve been " Damon turned the corner and saw Robyn, and his face you can see me. About time. I"ve been " Damon turned the corner and saw Robyn, and his face Finn looked away, feeling like he had when he"d come home from college early one weekend to walk in on Rick proposing to his girlfriend, his face raw with longing and hope. Finn had known she"d turn him down, and that had made it all the more painful to see, knowing the moment couldn"t end in anything except disappointment, as this one would for Damon.
As Finn pretended to look for the ambulance, he scratched the back of his neck, not because it itched, but just to have something to do. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Damon approach Robyn, slowly, warily, as if expecting her to disappear.
Whatever powers had kept Damon from being near his wife had evidently lifted that ban. Maybe because Finn still needed Damon"s help to solve this case, and now he needed Robyn"s, too. Or maybe just because it was time to let him see her again.
"Uh, Finn? Why is my wife holding a gun?"
Finn turned. Robyn looked confused, as if she was trying to figure out why he"d turned away.
Damon stood beside her, so close his arm was through her. His brows arched as he gestured to the weapon.
"Bobby... pulled a gun on you?"
Finn searched for an excuse. Then Damon smiled, like a man seeing his wife pull a martial-arts move he never realized she knew, proud of her ability to defend herself... and touched with sadness that she had to.
Damon leaned into Robyn. "A brave new world, huh, baby?"
"You don"t know the half of it," Finn muttered.
"Detective?" Robyn followed his gaze to her side. "Is there... a ghost?"
Damon pulled back sharply and shot him a look, reminding Finn that he"d promised not to tell Robyn about him. Damon was right this was no time to tell her. That would come later. After they got through this and she was safe. For now, Damon would just have to be Finn"s anonymous spirit helper.
"She figured out that I see ghosts." He gave Damon a meaningful look. "That"s it."
"Detective?" Robyn said.
"Yes, it"s a... ghost. Can you give us me a moment?"
Finn backed to the corner. He was about to turn away, then remembered the last time he"d left Robyn alone.
"It"s okay," Damon said. "I"m watching her."
Which he was. Couldn"t take his eyes off her, even as he explained to Finn what had happened, how he"d followed Hope to the motel room, then been blocked at the sidewalk and known Robyn must be inside. He went back only to find Finn"s ghost radar on the fritz again. He"d been hammering away at Finn for a while before the motel room door opened, and Hope and a man came out.
"Karl Marsten?" Finn kept his voice low, so Robyn wouldn"t overhear.