Living with the Dead - By Kelley Armstrong Page 0,99

taken from Robyn. She’d set up a speed-dial number to her cell phone. He called it . . . and got a message saying she was unavailable.

He tried twice more. She must have accidentally turned it off. He had to get to their meeting place. He ran behind the bookstore, his chest so tight that each breath seemed to lodge in his throat.

What had happened in there?

Adele had made it sound so simple. Get Robyn Peltier out and Adele would take it from there.

But she hadn’t said how to get Robyn out. Maybe she thought it was so simple he didn’t need instructions. But it hadn’t been simple at all.

He’d hesitated and, in that hesitation, he’d betrayed Adele.

The kumpania taught that the gods punished mortals for laziness, for letting fate lead the way, for failing to take decisive action in shaping their own destiny. Adele knew how to please the gods. She’d never hesitated to take the most difficult steps to protect herself and the kumpania. A strong, shining example, like his mother. Colm was weak, indecisive and afraid, like his father.

His mother never said anything negative about his father, but Colm had heard the rumors. His father had been a durjardo, like Adele, an outside clairvoyant welcomed into the kumpania. Unlike Adele, though, he’d failed to assimilate and in the end, he’d abandoned his family, and for that he’d died. Killed by the gods. Given a chance at the best possible life for a clairvoyant, he had turned his back on it.

Now Colm saw himself failing, like his father. He’d followed Robyn Peltier . . . and walked straight into a trap. He’d never told Adele about that couple at the apartment. He’d seen the man’s supernatural powers. He’d suspected the woman’s powers. But he’d refused to consider the implications. He’d run away.

Adele had thought Robyn was an unwitting pawn. She’d been wrong. Robyn was part of the plan to capture Adele for the Nast Cabal. If there had been any doubt, any sense he might be overreacting, it had been erased when he’d seen the man in the ball cap.

Colm knew him. He had no idea how or from where, but one look at the man’s face and recognition had hit like a fist to his stomach. With that recognition came the feeling that seeing him was bad, horribly and impossibly bad. That meant the man had to be from the Cabal.

Like every kumpania child, Colm had undergone “the lessons.” He couldn’t remember much about them, but sometimes he’d have nightmares and wake gasping and shaking, remembering snippets of a basement room and Niko’s voice and photographs being flashed on a screen and jolts of indescribable pain. Seeing that man, and feeling that dread, Colm knew he must have seen him in those photographs—pictures of people who worked for the Cabal.

The man had said Colm’s name. Not once, but twice. And Colm had seen his future—locked in a Cabal cell, forced to use his clairvoyant powers until he fell into madness, consumed by his visions.

The accidental dropping of his gun had seemed almost a stroke of good luck. As the security guard bore down on him, gun at the ready, Colm had seen his escape route—the final release every kumpania child was taught to take if he was ever cornered by a Cabal. All he had to do was reach for the fallen gun and the guard would free him.

But the Cabal man hadn’t been about to let that happen. And when he distracted the guard, giving Colm a chance to escape, he’d taken it.

He hurried around the rear corner. No sign of Adele. That was okay—she’d be hidden ahead, trusting he had everything under control.

He slowed, thinking of how he could slant the events to favor him without downplaying the danger. When he had his story ready, he picked up his pace and looked behind the bin where Adele was supposed to wait.

She wasn’t there.

Disappointment and dread prickled under his skin, and he stamped his feet, shaking it off. He had to focus. So she wasn’t here. Big deal. He’d been gone a long time and she must have set out to see what was wrong.

But why not just call him?

Her cell phone must be broken, which is why he couldn’t get through. Or maybe his was. If it came from Robyn and Robyn was with the Cabal, then he shouldn’t be using it at all. Maybe Robyn had planted a trace in it. That would explain