"Change the subject, huh? No. They appeared to be with him willingly. I think stopping here was a trap for those SWAT guys. They rescued Karl and disabled his captors."
"Disabled?"
"Knocked out. Tranquilizer guns." Damon's attention turned back to assessing his wife. Par for the course, but Finn had been with Damon long enough now to know he'd turned away a little too fast.
"What else?" Finn asked.
"I counted five guys in those SWAT uniforms, all unconscious now. There's one suit, too. And a woman. A bystander, I think, but she's okay."
"I meant what else did you find? What aren't you telling me?"
"Hmm?" He looked up. "That's it. I'm just... still processing, I guess. Tranquilizer guns. This is truly some weird shit going on, Finn... oh, there they are."
Through a stand of trees, Finn watched the trio head for a car.
"Robyn?"
"Hmm?" Polite, but cool. A petty grudge might be beneath her, but from her tone, Finn knew he'd slid from ally to enemy. Or at least obstacle.
"That guy." He pointed. "Is that Rhys?"
She moved along her seat to the window. "Yes."
"Da - Uh, David?"
"Nice save," Damon said, with a look that warned him against slipping again.
"Go with them," Finn said. "This time, if you lose me, keep going. Get their final destination, then rendezvous here."
* * *
HOPE
Once they'd gotten rid of the Cabal tail and Karl was free, Rhys apparently considered their partnership at an end. He assured Hope and Karl that he'd look after Adele and find a way to clear Robyn's name. Hope told him where he could shove his assurances - she wasn't leaving him until she had Adele.
It took som
e negotiating, but he finally agreed Adele could be tried by the council, as long as Hope and Karl played bodyguard on his kumpania visit, which she suspected was what he'd hoped for all along.
When they left the medical offices, Karl was behind the wheel, Rhys in the passenger seat, Hope in the back.
On the way Rhys finally decided to tell them about the kumpania. Maybe that had something to do with Karl pulling over on Mulholland Drive and demanding to know everything before he went any farther, the looming cliff edge an unspoken echo to his earlier threat.
"Kumpania," Rhys said. "It's a Romany name."
"Gypsy?" Hope asked.
"Right. The original members likely were, and the current bulibasha, Niko, claims to be a direct descendent."
"Bulibasha?"
"Leader. Romany again. Supposedly the kumpania started in the Old World and came to the New World fleeing the pogroms. The kumpania likes its mythology. No one much cares how accurate it is, as long as it's a good story."
"And everyone in the kumpania is a clairvoyant?"
He directed Karl to take the next turn. "A full clairvoyant manifesting powers. The kumpania was created for two express and interconnected purposes: preservation of the bloodline and preservation of the power. Preservation of power includes strengthening it through training and avoiding the curse of madness."
"Can they do that?"