"Honey darling," she said, shivering all over, "she's a specimen now. Rowan Mayfair can decide what to do with her. "
"Rowan Mayfair?" asked Lorkyn in a soft ironic voice. "Rowan Mayfair has found this island?"
"Shoot them!" Rodrigo cracked out in English.
Lorkyn didn't move. "And Rowan Mayfair sends Blood Hunters to take us away from here?" Her voice had a sweetness to it that was entirely physical and had little to do with her intentions. Her facial features were mobile, expressive of emotion. But she dropped her voice to a whisper. "No wonder Father fell in love with this woman. What amazing resources she commands. "
"Oh, he never did, he loved Mother!" cried Miravelle. "Please don't say all those old hateful things! We have Oberon free again. We're together! Rodrigo, you have to let us stay together. "
"Shoot them!" screamed Rodrigo. He cursed Lorkyn a thousand times over in Spanish.
"Why not kill this one now?" Quinn asked pointing to Rodrigo.
"Lorkyn, where are the Mother and the Father?" I asked. "Do you know?"
"Safe on ice," she said.
"And where precisely would that be?" Mona asked with exhausted exasperation.
"I won't speak to anyone but Rowan Mayfair," said Lorkyn.
"Let me see them, please!" cried Miravelle. "Oberon, make her unlock the penthouse. "
"Rodrigo, I don't think there's any reason now to keep you alive," I said.
"Let me shoot him," said Oberon.
"No," I said, "you'd take the gun and shoot Lorkyn. "
Rodrigo went mad after a fashion. He tried to jump from the front balcony. I turned his head around on his neck, killing him instantly. I dropped him down to the tiles below. He lay there in a splat of blood.
I turned around in time to see Lorkyn shoved back against the wall, her arms out in the form of a crucifix. She'd reached for the gun in her holster and Quinn had done this by pure force. Lorkyn was staring at him. Her calm was impressive.
Mona was studying her as if trying in vain to understand her.
Oberon was glaring at Lorkyn, and bitterly weeping. Miravelle clung to him.
"You were in with them all the time," Oberon said despairingly. "What were you, the brains behind Rodrigo's glory? You with all your intellect and cunning? You could have reached help! You could have gotten us off this island! Damn you for what you did! Why did you do it?"
Lorkyn of the kitten face didn't answer. Her face never lost its softness, its expression of receptivity.
I went to her and gently removed her automatic weapon and broke it into pieces. I took the gun and threw it way out over the patio into the sea. She had a knife in her boot. Beautiful knife. I took it and put it in my own boot.
She said nothing to me, her exquisite eyes watching me as patiently as if I was reading her a poem.
I scanned but it got me nowhere.
"Take us to the Mother and the Father," I said.
"I'll reveal them to Rowan Mayfair and no one else," said Lorkyn.
"They're in the penthouse on ice!" said Miravelle. "Rodrigo always said. On ice. Let's go. I can lead the way. Rodrigo said that when he came into the penthouse, Father said 'Don't kill us, we can't do you any harm, keep us on ice and you can sell us to Rowan Mayfair and Mayfair Medical for millions of dollars. ' "
"Oh, please," said Oberon through his tears, "Miravelle, darling dear, for once don't be a perfect idiot! They can't be in the penthouse on ice. I know where they are. I know where they have to be. If you can keep Lorkyn in custody, I know precisely where to go. "
We moved as quickly as we could. Quinn had Lorkyn firmly by the arm. Oberon led the way. Down the stairs and down the stairs.
Once again, the giant kitchen.