"The k.u.mpania presents itself as a community idealizing clairvoyant life. But they have more in common with a cult than with a commune, including strict indoctrination, severe restrictions on their members" movements and the willingness to kill to protect the community. Which is why Adele has no qualms about killing cops. It"s the k.u.mpania way. Preservation of self at all costs." He set his cap on the seat. "Which is not to excuse what she"s done. The k.u.mpania isn"t a cult of murderers. In her case, it"s merely a mitigating factor, something to consider."
"Which the council will."
He nodded and went quiet. That was all the information she needed and, she presumed, all they were getting. But after a moment, he went on.
"The second concern of the k.u.mpania is the preservation of the bloodline. All k.u.mpania children have two fully clairvoyant parents. That inbreeding, though, causes genetic problems, so they regularly infuse the bloodline with outside clairvoyants durjardo. That"s where I came in."
Karl had slowed as the road narrowed. Rhys waved for him to keep going.
"I joined the navy right out of high school," Rhys continued. "As a boy I was into Boy Scouts, Sea Cadets, the Junior Reserves... I had this fantasy of growing up to be a Navy SEAL, using my clairvoyance to protect my country. It didn"t work out. That"s when I met Neala, Colm"s mother. Not a coincidence, as I figured out years later. The k.u.mpania has ways of finding suitable candidates. I was ripe for the picking. A young man, angry and lost, meeting a pretty girl, another clairvoyant, who brought me home to this amazing group that welcomed me and promised a life of balance and sanity. You can"t understand how important that can be."
Actually, Hope could. But she said nothing.
He went on. "People hear about cults and they can"t believe anyone would join. But it"s easy. Just offer what"s missing in someone"s life, what they want most. The first year was great. Yes, I was picked for Neala, but it wasn"t like you"d think. I was in love; she was at least in like. I was happy. Twenty-one with a beautiful wife, a good job, a supportive community, a baby on the way..."
"Colm."
"No. Our first son was stillborn. Serious genetic defects. Bringing in fresh blood doesn"t negate generations of cousin marriages. That"s when it started falling apart for me, after he died. The k.u.mpania was so fatalistic about it. Callous even. Neala was heartbroken, but the bulibasha told her to suck it in and try harder next time. She got pregnant right away, with Colm, and that helped her, but it was too late for me. I started asking questions and chasing answers. Young and naive, I thought if I confronted the group with what I knew, the general members would rise up against the phuri the elders and we"d fix things."
A pause, then, "Turn left up here, at the gravel road. We"re almost there." He picked up his cap and ran the brim through his fingers. "Adele is where it really fell apart for me. She was another durjardo. She was five when she came. Colm had just been born and I was already on my mission, questioning everything. The phuri told Adele her mother gave her to the k.u.mpania. Behind her back, but within earshot, they said her mother sold her."
"And she overheard?"
"She was supposed to. That was part of the brainwashing. To her face, they were loving and kind, shielding her from the awful truth. But they found ways to let her know her mother didn"t want her. It... did things to her. Again, not an excuse. Mitigating circ.u.mstances."
"Did her mother sell her?"
He shook his head. "She brought Adele to the k.u.mpania. She"d heard about them and followed the trail through her clairvoyant contacts. She thought they could both live with the k.u.mpania. But her mother was a pale "cido a clairvoyant by blood only, no powers. To the k.u.mpania, that made her a burden. A liability even."
"So they killed her."
He nodded.
"Does Adele know?"
"I doubt it. She thinks the big secret is that she was sold, not abandoned. Growing up, thinking your mother sold " He shook his head. "Mitigating factors. Karl? That"s it up ahead. Slow down so I can get a look, see what"s changed."
Hope doubted anything had. The place looked like a commune out of the sixties. For the last ten minutes they"d been driving past large houses on lots of an acre or less. In this part of Southern California, those were considered palatial estates. She could only imagine how much the k.u.mpania property was worth.
A fringe of forest hid the property from the neighbors, though it wasn"t anything she"d suspect would offend them a collection of buildings, neat and pretty, surrounded by flower and vegetable gardens. There was even a small, whitewashed barn with chickens and goats. Picture-perfect commune living. The neighbors probably found it quaint, drove their visitors by for a look, the way Pennsylvanians did with the Amish.
There was a metal gate painted gleaming white and entwined with vines. From here, it seemed it could be opened by hand. When Hope said as much to Rhys, he nodded. "It"s not locked. But there"s a camera there, in the birdhouse. And an alarm will sound in the main house when the gate opens."
Hope was about to ask why clairvoyants needed a security camera. Then she answered her own question their powers fixed on specific people, not locations or objects.
"So we"re going in the front door?" she asked.
"I want to make this visit as civil as possible. I"m here to take Adele and tell the k.u.mpania about her and the Cabal. That"s it."
"Warn them and let them run."
"Most of the k.u.mpania is exactly what they purport to be a peaceful group dedicated to protecting and nurturing clairvoyants."
"And the rest... ?"
He adjusted his cap. "Someday I"ll deal with that. I"ve been working on it for thirteen years, and it"s not an inst.i.tution I can dismantle today. For now I need to give them an escape route, so they don"t panic. If things go wrong too fast, they have a predetermined course of action to follow, like most cults."
"Waco?"
"Jonestown."
Hope rubbed the goose b.u.mps on her arms. In school, she"d read a reference to Jonestown, and being fascinated by the macabre had looked it up. She could still see the photographs, the halls and rooms of corpses, the children, all the dead children. She stared at those k.u.mpania houses now and they didn"t look nearly as quaint.
Karl turned into the drive.
"I"ll get the gate," Rhys said. "Before I do, though, I need to warn you again. As open and neutral as I try to make this meeting, we"re dealing with a lot of tension here and a lot of distrust. Hope, you have that gun I gave you?"
Hope nodded.
"Absolute last resort," Rhys said. "The moment you pull that gun, you"ve shut down negotiations, and there are more of them with many more guns. They"ll be on edge already, seeing me after all these years. A visit from the grave."
"They thought you were dead?"
He nodded and opened the door.
"That could help," Hope said. "A shock, yes, but a good shock."
"I don"t think so." He got out and leaned his head back in. "They"re the ones who tried to kill me."
ADELE.
Adele pulled the backpack from its hiding place in her bedroom, where she"d kept it packed since learning she was pregnant. She didn"t really believe Rhys was on his way. He wasn"t a fool. Maybe he would have come back someday, for his son, but Colm was dead and he"d never known about Thom. Rhys hadn"t been part of the k.u.mpania long enough to be trusted with the secret of the seers.
She"d always suspected the k.u.mpania was behind Rhys"s supposed death. Earlier, when she said she"d seen him, Niko had admitted it, saying she was old enough to know the truth, how they"d let this durjardo into their midst, given him one of their daughters, a job, a new life. Rhys had repaid them by trying to kidnap Adele and Colm and sell them to the Cabal. He was a monster, and they"d had to kill him.
All Adele remembered was Rhys coming to her late one night, Colm sleeping in his arms, telling her it was time. For weeks he"d promised to get her out and find her grandmama. It had been their secret.
Niko and the other men had caught him and hauled him before the phuri, while Colm and Adele were bundled back to bed. Then Rhys had been gone. The k.u.mpania said he"d been exiled and, a few months later, died in a car accident a fitting punishment from the G.o.ds.
Even when Adele had been old enough to suspect the k.u.mpania had murdered Rhys, she"d cursed him. He"d promised her freedom and he"d failed. He was weak. He hadn"t been willing to take chances, to make the bold moves.
Maybe he had had planned to sell them to a Cabal. It didn"t matter. Whatever happened thirteen years ago, Rhys would be a fool to return. Yet the phuri were convinced he was coming to see Neala now that their son was dead. Sentimental and silly. Why would you want to grieve with the wife who"d tried to kill you? planned to sell them to a Cabal. It didn"t matter. Whatever happened thirteen years ago, Rhys would be a fool to return. Yet the phuri were convinced he was coming to see Neala now that their son was dead. Sentimental and silly. Why would you want to grieve with the wife who"d tried to kill you?
Unless...
If Rhys had escaped and the k.u.mpania had been convinced he was dead, he couldn"t have done it alone. Who would have helped him, if not Neala?
She remembered how Neala had acted when told her husband might still be alive. She"d been quick to protest. Too quick.
Adele straightened, backpack dangling from her arm.
If Neala had rescued Rhys from a death sentence, that would be treason. Prove it, and Adele would be rid of her enemy. She wouldn"t need to run.
No, after what Adele had seen in Neala"s face, she knew the woman wouldn"t rest until Adele paid for Colm"s death. Threat of exposure for treason wouldn"t stop her. And now if Rhys was coming, if Neala told Rhys she thought Adele was responsible for Colm...
Time for Adele to settle her future as she should have done the moment she"d realized that killing Portia Kane hadn"t solved her problem. Get out, contact Irving Nast and finish the negotiations. Don"t let him know she was panicked. Use his greed to cut a fast deal.
The k.u.mpania wouldn"t come after her right away. They"d be too busy grieving for Colm and worrying about Rhys. They"d presume, in her own grief, she"d run. By the time they started their search, she"d be safely with the Cabal.
She heard Hugh shout outside. A car door slammed. She raced to the window.
It was Rhys. Worse, he"d brought Robyn Peltier"s friends.
All three had their hands up Rhys and the young woman holding theirs high, the dark-haired man"s at chest level, a halfhearted effort as he surveyed his surroundings.
Rhys was talking. Adele cracked open the window. Someone answered Bernard, she thought, but couldn"t be sure. Hugh and whoever was with him were on the front porch, out of her sight line.
"Who"re they?" Bernard demanded, turning to Rhys.
"Delegates from the interracial council."
The council? No way way. Rhys was bluffing, and she had to run down there and warn How? The k.u.mpania knew nothing about Robyn Peltier. Explaining that these were Robyn"s friends would do no good.
"You brought the council here?" Niko she"d know his voice anywhere. "On our property?"
"I left my gun in the car, Niko, not my brain. The council knows these two are with me. We"ve arranged to have the k.u.mpania coordinates delivered to them in three hours if we don"t make it back to L.A."
"And what"s going to stop these two from bringing the council back?" Hugh said.
"When you hear what I have to say, that"s going to be the least of your problems. Niko, you and I both know your bulls.h.i.t about the council being part of the Cabals is just that. But regardless of who works for whom, you don"t want either the council or the Cabal out here."
"We"ll go inside," Niko said.
"No, we"ll speak in the meeting "
"Rhys!" Robyn"s friend yelled.
Rhys spun as Hugh charged. Lily stupid Lily screamed in terror. The dark-haired man shot forward, grabbed Hugh by the arm and swung him off his feet. Swung the brawny young man up like he was a misbehaving child, then held him by the collar at arm"s length. When Hugh struggled, the man only shook him.
"Before we talk, I should explain." Rhys pointed to the young woman. "She is an Expisco half-demon. You don"t know what that is, I"m sure, but you just got a demonstration. She can read negative thoughts. If you try to attack, like Hugh did, she"ll know before you make a move."
"And... that?" Lily had stepped off the porch and pointed at the dark-haired man.
Even from the window, Adele saw the man lift an eyebrow. "That? Hardly polite." He threw Hugh toward her. "What am I? Let"s just say I won"t fetch a stick for you. I won"t beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead." Hardly polite." He threw Hugh toward her. "What am I? Let"s just say I won"t fetch a stick for you. I won"t beg for treats. And, no matter how nicely you ask, I will not roll over and play dead."
"A werewolf?" Lily squeaked, and for once, Adele didn"t sneer at her terror.
If this man was a werewolf and the woman a half-demon and whether they were or not, they were obviously supernaturals then Adele had made a horrible, horrible mistake.
Robyn Peltier was no human, easily killed, quickly forgotten. She was a supernatural. Maybe even on the council herself. Or maybe being in L.A. meant she was part of the Nast Cabal. If so, then whatever deal Adele had with Irving Nast had evaporated the moment she set her sights on Robyn. Adele"s imagination scampered about like a mouse caught with the lights on, running this way and that in a panic, imagining death in every corner.
Adele slammed her hand down on the heat register, the metal vent biting into her skin. By the G.o.ds, she was as bad as Lily, sniveling and cowering in fear. Yes, this was a problem, but it wasn"t her fault. There was no way she could have known Robyn Peltier was a supernatural. The woman had tricked her, by hiding her powers and luring Adele in.
All that mattered right now was that those two were friends of Robyn"s, meaning they were about to expose Adele.
She glanced at the window. Everyone had retreated elsewhere to talk. When they came for her, she had to be gone.
She took a few minutes gathering her money. Her brain still scampered and gibbered, and she couldn"t concentrate, checking three past hiding places before remembering the latest.
She stuffed the cash into her pocket, down with the seer"s room key she"d grabbed on her way over. She"d planned to visit Thom one last time, get a quick fix on Robyn Peltier, maybe on that detective too. No time for that now, but she would keep the key. One more problem to distract the k.u.mpania. Tending the seers would be more important than hunting her.
She looked around. Did she have everything?
Footsteps tramped onto the porch. The front door squeaked open.
"Adele?" Hugh called. "Niko wants to talk to you."
She took a deep breath and shouldered her bag. Footsteps echoed across the floor below. Adele crept to the other window, the one overlooking the back porch.
She eased the window open and crawled out just as the stairs creaked. She closed the window all but an inch, stepped to the side and pressed against the wall, hidden under the leafy branches.
The bedroom door opened.
"She"s not here," Bernard called.
"Check the closet," Hugh"s distant voice replied.
Bernard"s footsteps lumbered across the room. The door squeaked. A grunt. Another squeak as he shut it.
"Nope."
"Look in the other rooms. Niko says she came back here."
Adele thanked the G.o.ds that clairvoyants couldn"t remote-view one another. She waited until Bernard"s footsteps retreated. Then she climbed onto an overhanging limb, shimmied along it and down the trunk. She darted to a shadowy pocket beside the porch. A pause, listening intently before she leaned out.
All was clear.
She took a slow step, hunkering down, ready to sprint to the next house. Then Lily lunged from behind that house, waving wildly for Adele to stop. Hugh strode around the corner, heading for the main house. Adele jumped back out of sight. As soon as Hugh was gone, Lily leaned out and waved Adele over.
Adele didn"t see a choice. If she went the other way, the stupid girl would probably draw Hugh"s attention trying to attract hers.
When Adele reached her, Lily pulled her into a tight hug, trembling against her, voice cracking as she said, "They"ve gone mad, Adele. Everyone"s gone mad. The things that awful man Rhys is saying about you. The lies. How can they believe him? I tried to defend you, but..." She sobbed. "Hugh told me to be quiet. Then he hit me, Adele. Hit Hit me." me."
Too bad Adele missed that. She patted Lily"s back and made suitable noises of sympathy.