Dangerous Minds (Knight and Moon 2)

Emerson had inherited the collection from his father, along with a menagerie of animals that ran loose on the Mysterioso Manor property, a bunch of charitable trusts, and a boatload of money. Emerson accepted the responsibility of maintaining the property and the trusts, and he found the money to be useful. At best, he was uninterested in the cars. He used them for transportation and the occasional bribe.

“I’ll drive,” Riley said, “but we’ll have to stop at my apartment on the way to the Commerce Department.”

“Deal,” Emerson said.

—

Riley tapped the security code into the garage door opener, the doors rolled up, and she took stock of the cars that were lined up neatly in rows on the shiny white epoxy floor. Her personal choice would be something small and sporty, but she had to accommodate two more people, and Emerson was over six feet tall. There weren’t any midsized cars in the collection so she went with the newest luxury car, the silver Mercedes-Maybach.

“Is the Maybach okay?” she asked Emerson.

“Good choice,” Emerson said.

They got in and Riley drove the car out of the garage, past Vernon’s RV, and followed the driveway to the front of the house.

“Have you spent much time with Wayan?” Riley asked.

“Seven years, off and on.”

“What was that like?”

“It was like living with a combination of Yoda and Jiminy Cricket on a fifty-foot boat.”

“He speaks excellent English, and he seems very worldly. Has he traveled a lot?”

“So far as I know, not at all. My understanding is that he’s spent most of his life in a monastery in Bali, studying Buddhism and the martial arts. He seems worldly because he doesn’t engage in unnecessary conversation. He keeps his own counsel.”

“It was impressive the way he flipped Vernon onto his back. Does he have Jedi powers? Did he share them with you?”

“I was his student, but I doubt I’ll ever achieve his level of power and control.”

Wayan was waiting at the porch steps. He slipped into the Maybach’s big back seat and shook his head.

“All this excess,” he said. “It’s not good. Not good at all. Down the path of dukkha it will lead you.”

“Dukkha is suffering,” Emerson explained to Riley. “It’s caused by the three poisons, which are raga or greed, moha or delusions, and dvesha or ill will.”

Wayan ran his hand over the ebony wood finish and plush leather seat. “Sitting on dead animals. Not good. Not good at all.”

Riley turned to look at him. “What about the sandals you’re wearing?”

Wayan looked down at his feet. “Faux leather. Very uncomfortable.” His attention caught on the screen built into the back of Riley’s seat. “What is this?” he asked.

“That’s the entertainment center,” Riley said.

She pushed a button and The Little Mermaid appeared on the TV screen. Sebastian was belting out “Under the Sea.”

Wayan Bagus leaned forward. “It’s a singing crab. Have you seen this, Emerson?”

“Yes,” Emerson said. “He’s excellent.”

THREE

Thirty minutes and four Disney songs later, they reached Riley’s apartment. She left everyone in the car, ran into her building, and reappeared in ten minutes wearing clean clothes, her hair still damp from the shower.

She jumped back behind the wheel and drove them to the Department of Commerce, circled a couple blocks, and finally found a parking space close to the NOAA administrator’s office, near the White House. They entered the building and paused in the lobby.

A short monk in a saffron robe, a tall eccentric rich guy, and a woman with wet hair, Riley thought. They looked like contestants from a bad reality show.