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SISTER VERNA
Richard slept little – not that he'd have slept well with Zedd's snoring anyway. Kahlan had the motel room next to theirs and through the ridiculously thin walls he heard her wandering about in the early hours. He was relieved when it was morning and they could be on their way.
It was another two hours drive to the mansion where Verna lived. This turned into three and a half hours after Zedd made them stop for breakfast and then got lost – though he'd never admit the latter, passing it off as a short-cut.
At last they pulled up outside an imposing house that was surrounded by tall brick walls and black wrought iron gates. "Sisters of Light" proclaimed a plaque on the wall.
"What is this place?" Richard asked.
"Verna lives here," Zedd said. "She's part of a sort of an order that devotes itself to spiritual matters."
"It's a convent?" Kahlan asked.
"I'm unsure of the specifics," Zedd said. "They worship the Creator, and they try to do good works. They have a broad skill set and it was these woman, Verna in particular, who helped arrange your adoption, Richard. Despite that favour, Verna despises me for my work with Rahl. I'll wait in the van."
Richard looked at Kahlan. "Do you want to come? You're fighting Rahl."
Slowly, she shook her head.
"You should do this alone," Kahlan said. "Verna might be more forthcoming to just one person, especially if you begin by asking about your mother."
Richard nodded and climbed out of the van. He walked up to the gates and pressed the intercom. After a moment someone answered.
"Sisters of Light. How can we assist you?"
"My name is Richard Cypher. I'm here to talk to Verna about my mother, Tara Zorander. It's a matter of some urgency."
There was silence for almost five minutes. Richard ran appraising eyes over the security. He might be able to scale the wall if necessary, but he'd be seen on one of the many CCTV cameras.
"Sister Verna will see you," the intercom voice said finally. "Please wait for an escort. Be aware that no weapons are allowed within the confines of our sacred space."
At last, a woman came to the gates. Pale skinned and brown haired, both features accentuated by her odd garb. A sleeveless, loose flowing red-orange robe covered her from shoulders to ankles, and a matching veil covered her hair.
"Richard Cypher," she said, opening the gate. "I'm Sister Verna. Welcome. You're not armed?"
"No," he said.
"Come with me," she said, shutting the gate securely behind him. Richard glanced around. The sanctuary included a large grey Gothic edifice set in an expanse of well maintained lawns and flowerbeds as well as what appeared to be a stable block.
"Is this a convent?" Richard asked as he followed Verna along a gravel path.
"Not exactly," Verna said. "Our sect long ago severed all ties to the Church. We saw the Creator as encompassing both male and female energies and as likely to appear to us in female form as that of a man. We also need no male intermediaries to talk to the Creator and our sect allowed women to become priestesses. We are currently a female only sect, hence our name of the Sisters of Light, and we provide a safe haven for abused women as well as a spiritual retreat for those wishing to dedicate their lives to the betterment of all."
"How do you help people, if you're not a proper church? I mean, are people distrustful?"
Verna smiled. "We never wear our colourful dress outside these walls. We move undercover, volunteering our skills and services wherever they are needed."
"What about money?" Richard asked, pausing at a fishpond to study the Koi carp.
"We play the stock market," Verna said simply. "One of our Sisters was a banker for many years until she longed for a simpler existence. And we are the owners of a jewellery manufacturer. Have you heard of the Radahan range?"
Richard nodded. Everyone had. "Polished steel with sacred engravings and some of them have embedded gemstones. Supposed to be magical, help with everything from infertility to migraines. Widely regarded as crackpottery until that singer wore one and got her voice back."
Verna smiled. "We make quite a lot of money from those. And the dacra triple pointed pendants are very popular." She nodded to his brooch. "That is from the same manufacturer; the style is unmistakable."
"It was my mother's," he said and she nodded.
"Anyway, Richard, you didn't come here to quiz me about how a small group of women like to play dress up in their garden, did you? You said it was urgent."
Richard sat on the ground by the pond.
"It's about Darien Rahl," he said.
A shadow crossed Verna's face briefly before the serenity returned. To his surprise, she gathered up her robes – revealing black leggings beneath them – and seated herself on the gravel beside him.
"Darien Rahl's father gave my predecessor the jewellery concern as a gift," she said. "When Darien took power he tried to buy it from us, buy out our shares, discredit us. When it became obvious he would draw more attention and possible sympathy to us by these actions he desisted."
"Why? What does he have against you?"
Verna shrugged. "He believes we are working against him. With some truth to that. Before I found my place with the Sisters I worked for one of the Corporation's satellite offices in Phoenix. I stumbled across some reports about ethical concerns with some of the research.
"When I tried to take it further I was fired. I don't have any proof but I know he is still carrying out the pharmaceutical research. I've offered help and advice to some of those falling foul of Rahl and using my contacts have gotten at least two former employees new identities to escape his wrath. DA Brandstone was one of the unlucky ones who never had a chance."
Richard studied Verna a moment. "Do you know of the Book of Shadow Accounts?"
"It's a myth," she said. "Rahl would never be so foolish as to allow such a thing to exist."
"My brother kept the book," Richard said. "His name was – is – Michael Cypher. And now he's in a coma, fallen victim to Rahl, and the Book is missing. ADA Kahlan Amnell, Brandstone's assistant is with me, looking for the book, as is my grandfather Zedd, who once worked for Rahl."
"Zedd," Verna said in distaste. "He is your grandfather but I have no love for him, Richard. Do you know some of the things he has done?"
"He has renounced his work with Rahl and wants only to destroy him," Richard said. "He said you helped him with my adoption."
"For Tara Lynn Zorander's sake I helped him, yes. She was a supporter of our work."
Richard nodded. "I'm sorry I never got to know her. Sister Verna, I'd love to hear everything you know about my mother, and one day I'll come back so we can talk. But right now I have to find the Book. We spoke to Sharona Otago and she said the Book might be with you."
Verna lifted one eyebrow. "I understand why she said that. As I explained I have provided refuge to those fleeing Rahl and someone who knew of me might well bring me the Book for safekeeping. Alas, I have never seen this artefact. Until I do, I will continue to question its existence."
Richard sighed. "I need it to destroy Rahl," he said. "That's what we all want, isn't it?"
Verna stood, brushing dirt from her robes. "I will make a few calls," she said. "That is all I can promise. Do you have a cell phone number?"
*
Richard rejoined Zedd and Kahlan outside the sanctuary's gates.
"Well?" asked Kahlan, anxiously.
"She's going to ask her contacts," Richard said. "Also, I think everyone I've ever known or will ever meet has at some point worked for Lord Rahl."
They got some lunch and tried to talk of other, more pleasant things, than Rahl, with little success.
"Sharona talked about the Tower," Richard confided. "I wonder if she meant Rahl's headquarters. A skyscraper could be the Tower she meant, couldn't it?"
Zedd nodded and took another slice of pizza. "Yes, but it would be a very literal interpretation. The Tower card, I believe, refers to violent or radical change. It can mean an illusion is shattered or a long held belief is proven to be false."
"How much more I can lose?" Richard asked plaintively. "What other secrets can there be for me to uncover?"
Kahlan gazed at him with sympathy. "It's a difficult time for you, for all of us," she acknowledged. "Zedd, is it possible the Tower could refer to Rahl? If we topple his empire, wouldn't that count?"
"Possibly. But Sharona was reading for Richard." Zedd shrugged. "I'm no expert on the Tarot. Sharona used to read it for me when we were together, and I only know what she taught me."
The day dragged on and Verna didn’t call them back.
"I'm going to talk to Rahl," Richard said at last. "We're getting nowhere looking for this stupid book. Let's go to the source."
"Richard," Kahlan began, afraid of what violence this might provoke.
"I want to meet him, this man who has destroyed my adoptive family," Richard said, "along with so many other lives. I want to see for myself what we're dealing with."
"Rahl is not be trifled with," Zedd said.
"But I have a right to see him," Richard said, taking out the now crumpled letter. "He has my brother and I think he owes me an explanation in person for what happened."
It wasn't a good plan, but it was the only one they had right now.
As night fell, Verna called.
"Richard, I've spoken to every single one of my contacts and they to theirs," she said. "I must reiterate my doubt that this book even exists."
"If it doesn't, then why was Michael removed from his position?" Richard asked. "Kahlan's contact insisted the theft of the Book of Shadow Accounts was the reason."
Verna was silent for so long that he thought she'd hung up.
"Richard, we need to talk. Come back tomorrow afternoon."
Richard stared at the phone. "She can't find the book anywhere, but she wants to see me," he said. "Tomorrow."
"We're going to have a busy day," Zedd said. "Richard, I've been thinking. Where is the best place to hide something?"
"Where it won't be found?" Richard said.
"Where no-one will look," Kahlan corrected.
"Exactly. And where would no-one look for a stolen item?" Zedd asked.
They considered a moment.
"The place it was stolen from," Richard said with realisation. "Maybe the book isn't out in the world and can't be found because it's still in Rahl's office."
"Not his office. When I worked at the Lab, there was a vault in the basement level where we did our top secret work," Zedd explained. "I'd hide something as valuable as the Book of Shadow Accounts in that vault. And if I stole it and didn't know where else to hide it, I'd leave it in the facility somewhere."
Richard nodded, determined. "Then it's more important than ever to go to Rahl," he said, "and demand to see Michael for myself."
A WORKING RELATIONSHIP
Cara arrived early to work the next morning and let herself into the lounge. She headed for the changing room where she slipped off her uniform quickly. She was wearing a tiny red bikini underneath. She took up a fluffy towel from the wooden shelving and went to the poolside.
She wasn't alone. Rahl was already in the pool, long powerful strokes taking him to the end of the pool. She watched, entranced. His long hair trailed behind him.
At the end of the pool he stopped, turned to face her. Water glistened on his skin. Cara let her gaze travel over his muscular frame, feeling desire spread through her, making her nipples stand erect and dampness gather in her bikini briefs
"Good morning, Cara," he said. "Don't be shy. The water's warm."
"Yes, my Lord," she said.
"Not so formal right now," he said.
Hesitantly, Cara put down the towel and slid into the water. It was warm, deliciously so. It soaked her bikini top. She ducked down, damping her shoulders and hair. It tasted slightly salty, more like the sea than the usual chemical taint of a swimming pool.
"You swim?" he asked.
"Yes, Lo – Darien," she said, adding boldly, "As you well know. It was in my file."
He laughed heartily, the sound echoing from the tiled walls.
"Yes, I read your file. I was making conversation." He swam to the poolside and heaved himself out of the water, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water. His tiny red swimming trunks left little to the imagination.
Cara swam, aware of his gaze. She completed four lengths of the pool before pausing near him. He smiled approvingly. She ducked back down, and did another length backstroke, staring at the ornate ceiling. She turned and headed back again, stopping near the middle of the pool when she realised Rahl was nearby, waist deep in the water.
"Such finesse," he praised her.
"Thank you," she said, pushing her back from her face.
He stepped closer. She stayed still as he moved into her personal space, the damp skin of his arms touching her own. To her surprise, Cara realised Rahl had shed his trunks and was now naked. Her eyes flickered involuntarily downwards to the water before she firmly fixed her gaze on his eyes.
"Oh, you're not prudish, are you?" Rahl said. He reached up and stroked her cheek leaving a damp trail across her face. "Do I not please you, Cara?"
She was torn. He was lovely, she had to admit. He was also her boss – would it be worse to reject him or to embark on an ill advised affair? And she knew better than most what he was capable of; getting on his bad side could be a fatal mistake.
"I find you attractive," she said, hoping that would suffice. It wasn't a lie.
"And I you," he said throatily. He pressed his body even more tightly against hers. She felt his arousal and it sent a shiver of excitement through her, her own body responding in kind. He pressed damp lips to her throat and Cara wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her knees at his hips.
She supported her own weight – helped by the buoyancy of the water – as he tugged at her bikini briefs, pulling them down towards her knees. His hands were on her lower back, his mouth at her throat, and then he entered her, possessing her body utterly and completely.
*
Cara showered, still unable to believe what had just happened. Sex. In a pool. With her boss. With Lord Rahl.
She turned off the water and picked up her towel, dabbing at her face.
"Did you enjoy your swim?"
Cara stiffened at Denna's voice. "Yes, Sister," she replied.
"The pool will need to be cleaned," Denna said.
"I would advise it," Cara agreed, keeping her voice calm. She couldn't be blamed for Rahl's actions and she and Denna both knew it. Was Denna jealous of what Cara had just experienced? Had she once been the one Rahl made love to in inappropriate settings?
Denna tossed something on the bench near Cara's clothes.
"Plan B," she said. "Our Lord Rahl has many fine qualities but his reluctance to use contraception is not one of them. An unwanted pregnancy now would ruin your career, Cara, and would be an unthinkable scandal for Rahl."
Cara nodded. In the heat of her passion she hadn't even thought about the need for protection. She knew Rahl had access to medical records and was probably only sleeping with those he was mostly sure were free of disease – and, as she was, taking birth control. Pregnancy was unlikely, but she wasn't going to argue with Denna.
"Thank you, Sister," she said. Denna glowered at her a moment.
"No bastard of Rahl's will ever be allowed to live to challenge him," Denna warned. "If he desires an heir, it will come from a carefully chosen woman of suitable breeding." Then she turned on her heel and left the room.
Cara felt anger rise up hotly in her cheeks, insulted at the suggestion she was of inferior genetic material. She rubbed hard at her skin. Denna was jealous indeed and potentially dangerous. Cara would have to watch her step.
BREAKFAST WITH RAHL
Cara was sat on the sofa by the window and reading reports, familiarising herself with the details of Rahl's empire. At his desk, Rahl was reading his emails – and looking over at Cara with a frequency that suggested he would be wanting a repeat of their encounter in the pool sooner rather than later.
There was a knock at the office door – closed, Cara thought, in case Rahl had wanted to have sex with her in his office next.
"Enter," Rahl called, composed and business like as the door opened and Denna entered. She stood to attention in front of his desk.
"My Lord," Denna said. "Richard Cypher is here."
Rahl stared at her, uncomprehending for a moment. "Cypher?
"Michael Cypher's brother," Denna explained.
Cara's eyes widened. This was surely an unexpected development.
"What does he want?" Rahl asked suspiciously. "If it's money, see to it." He stroked at his facial hair.
Cara wondered if Cypher was hoping to claim negligence by his brother's employee as a factor in his drug overdose. To make things simpler the "incident" was said to have occurred on these very premises rather than at Michael's apartment. Richard could have only a very flimsy case against Rahl but flimsy or not, right now Rahl couldn't risk the bad publicity.
Denna shook her head, her braid banging against her shoulders. "He says he wishes to see his brother. To acknowledge for himself the conditions under which Michael Cypher is kept."
Rahl leant forwards, expression darkening. "Is that so?"
Denna nodded. Rahl drummed his fingers on his desk as he considered his options.
"Can we dispose of him?" Rahl asked at length. Cara barely kept the shock from her face. Richard Cypher had done nothing wrong and did not deserve to be killed. And yet he posed a threat to Rahl and he would be dealt with. It troubled her conscience, as Michael's punishment did, despite her sworn loyalty, and no little attraction, to Rahl.
"I regret that may be difficult," Denna said. "There are rumours that he travels with Kahlan Amnell."
Rahl's eyes flashed with anger. "That bitch? I should have had her destroyed along with Chase Brandstone," he said through gritted teeth. "Too late now, I suppose."
"It might arouse suspicion if both she and Michael Cypher's brother were to die right now," Denna agreed, adding, "Perhaps later."
Rahl stood. "I will talk to him," he said decisively. "Bring him to the rooftop – and order refreshments."
Denna bowed her head and left. Rahl sighed.
"This will be very tiresome," he said. "If Richard Cypher so much as twitches wrongly, Cara, I expect you to use your Taser on him. If we're lucky he may then fall from the rooftop; hardly my fault if he attacked me in his grief over his brother's overdose."
Cara nodded, one hand at the device on her hip. "Of course, Lord Rahl. I will protect you with my life." She could only hope this wouldn't involve Richard's death.
"Come, then." Rahl gestured. "Let us go and meet Richard Cypher."
*
Richard was on high alert when Denna reappeared at the lobby. He'd been firm, then insistent, then belligerent in his demands to speak with Lord Rahl. The reception staff had alerted Denna and he'd tried similar tactics with her. Threats to involve the press had finally sent her back upstairs to her employer's office.
"Forgive the delay, Mr Cypher," she said. "Please, allow me to take you to meet with Lord Rahl."
She led him to the elevator and used a keycard to swipe at the keypad before pressing the rooftop button. Richard tried to stay calm and collected but it wasn't so easy being trapped in a small space with a woman like Denna.
"Is it true they call you Mistress?" he asked as the elevator crawled upwards.
Denna's lips twitched. "Yes, it is."
"Did you know my brother?"
"Not well. He had his own security escort." Denna glanced over her shoulder at Richard. "You were close?"
The tone wasn't outright mocking but Richard sensed the veiled insult.
"Not in the last few years," he said. "I had been hoping to make amends once he wasn't so busy with the campaign."
At last the doors slid open. Sunlight streamed into the enclosed space. Denna strode out, hips swinging. Richard followed, blinking at the brightness. They were on the rooftop which was decked out with a tiny eternity pool, a decking area with a large table and several chairs, and various potted trees and flower planters. The table was shielded by a parasol. It was covered in a deep red cloth and littered with trays holding bottles, glasses, and what Richard dismissed as "posh nibbles".
A man was seated casually at the table. Darien Rahl. There was no mistaking him, the shoulder length dark hair, the dark suit with the Rahl crest embroidery. No tie, the white shirt left open at the neck. Dark glasses covered his eyes but the overall profile was exactly that Richard had seen so often in the papers.
A woman stood nearby, alert. Pretty, blonde, wearing the female security garb Denna did, with the damn Taser on her hip. Strong featured with coral lips and deep green eyes that met his in an assessing manner. Richard held her gaze a moment, letting her know he wasn't afraid.
Rahl got to his feet, whipping off his glasses in a showy manner, flipping them closed and dropping them into his breast pocket.
"Richard Cypher," he said. Now Richard could see his eyes; very blue, piercing, intelligent, dangerous somehow. The voice was cultured with an English accent, possibly from his schooling or maybe just from his desire to trade on the title his heritage bestowed on him.
Richard approached him warily and shook hands firmly.
"Darien Rahl," he returned, unwilling to use the title. Rahl didn't bridle at this, merely nodded and gestured to the table.
"Come, sit," he said. "Thank you, Denna."
Richard caught a flicker of displeasure at this dismissal but the woman nodded and took her leave.
"Help yourself," Rahl said. "Orange juice, water, champagne, Scotch. If there's something else you desire?" As he spoke he poured himself a glass of champagne.
"Thank you, this will be fine." Richard took a seat.
Rahl motioned to the woman. "Cara, be seated." To Richard he said, "Cara is my intern. Your brother's accident has left me bereft of so much help and support that no single person can replace him. My new campaign manager, Sebastian, is doing his best, and many others have stepped up to shoulder a share of the responsibilities but Cara is the one at my right hand, as Michael was. She has a lot to learn, but she's doing admirably."
Richard saw the pride and joy on Cara's face at these words of praise. He wondered how sincere Rahl was – the man was a politician and no matter his tone, the actual feelings behind the words might be very different. It also raised the question as to why an intern was wearing the jeans and jacket of a security officer rather than a suit. He poured himself some orange juice while he gathered his thoughts.
"We are so very sorry," Rahl went on. "No-one foresaw your brother's actions, not even I, and that pains me greatly. I had no idea the pressures of the job had made him turn to pharmaceutical relief."
Richard nodded. "Thank you," he said. "I'm still coming to terms with it myself. As you are probably aware, Michael had not been in touch with me for some time."
Rahl pushed a plate of canapés towards Richard with one well-manicured finger.
"He rarely spoke of his family," he said. "I advised him to go to your father's funeral but Michael was a stubborn man."
"Is," Richard said. "Not was."
"Of course," Rahl said, contrite.
Richard gestured to Cara. "Orange juice?"
She looked to Rahl who nodded almost imperceptibly before she pushed a glass toward Richard. Richard filled it with juice and Cara nodded in thanks.
"So, Mr Cypher," Rahl began.
"Richard."
He wasn't a man used to being interrupted and it showed before Rahl schooled his face into a neutral mask once more.
"Richard. What exactly can I do for you? If it's a question of your brother's personal effects –"
"As I explained to your Chief of Security, I want to see him." Richard sipped at his juice. He leant back in the chair. If Rahl or his security-intern-woman decided to attack him, he had limited options up here. The elevator might not even be available without one of the keycards Mistress Denna had used to access the rooftop.
Rahl studied him a moment. Richard wasn't sure what Rahl was looking for but eventually Rahl took up his champagne flute and took a sip. He dabbed at his lips with a napkin. Stalling, Richard thought.
"Michael Cypher is being cared for at a private facility," Rahl said. "It is owned by the Corporation. He's family and it seemed the least we could do. It deals in cutting edge treatments. Much of the work we're doing is highly classified and access is strictly limited. Of course, given the circumstances, that will not be a problem. Cara will escort you."
Cara shot her employer a startled glance before she hid it by bending over for a napkin. Rahl didn't see it, but Richard certainly did.
"I'll ensure you receive a warm welcome," Rahl said. "And rest assured, all of the expenses are being taken care of. All employees receive a generous benefits package and, as I said, he is family."
"Your generosity is appreciated." Richard eyed the canapés and decided against taking one.
"Cara, please take Richard to the facility and show him every courtesy," Rahl said, getting to his feet.
Cara stood too. "Yes, Lord Rahl," she said.
Rahl nodded. "If there's nothing else?"
"Not right now."
"Then please excuse me. Election season is upon us," Rahl said. He walked to the elevator, passed a keycard against a sensor. The doors opened and he stepped into the elevator. Cara watched him depart and drained her glass.
"Whenever you are ready, Mr Cypher," she said.
"Richard."
"As you wish." She tipped her head, studying him.
"What is it?"
She shrugged. "There is little family resemblance between you and Michael."
"I recently found out I was adopted. Michael is not my brother by blood." Richard gave a wry smile. "That doesn't change my feelings towards him."
"Of course not."
"Can my girlfriend come with me?" Richard asked. He deliberately specified Kahlan this way to emphasise the emotional support she might provide. She was waiting in the van with Zedd, just around the corner, ready to accompany him. "I don't want to do this alone."
Cara hesitated; something Lord Rahl hadn't instructed her on, he guessed.
"Lord Rahl told me to extend every courtesy," she said as if convincing herself. "That will be acceptable."
"I'll call her, have her meet us downstairs," Richard said. "What about transport?"
"That will not be a problem," Cara assured him.
THE LAB
Cara used the limo ride to study Richard and Kahlan. For him to show up looking for his brother was one thing, to be in the company of Kahlan Amnell suggested he was more interested in what had happened to Michael than if he was being taken good care of. And even this wasn't the whole truth. This was clearly not just them teaming up to investigate Rahl, it was personal, a fact evidenced in every tiny glance, every touch between the two. Kahlan's hand on Richard's knee when he looked pensive, the smile on her face when he brightened up and pointed to something out of the window.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had to be on her best behaviour, after all. Still, there was something almost sickening about the depth of feeling between them.
"I'm sorry?" Cara said, realising Kahlan had asked her something. She'd got lost for a moment, comparing the gentleness of Richard's movements towards Kahlan with the boldness of Rahl's towards her.
"I was just saying it's a very important position you hold. You must be thrilled at such an opportunity."
Cara nodded, then remembered her manners. "I regret the circumstances," she said. "But I do appreciate the chance."
"Rahl is heading for the senate," Kahlan said. "And you with him? Or will you be helping supervise the business concerns while he is occupied with politics?"
She shrugged. "I will do whatever Lord Rahl wishes. I hope to stay at his side, ensuring he can fulfil all of his obligations effectively."
Kahlan was staring at her in a way that was making her uncomfortable so Cara glared back. Richard sought to break the tension.
"I like your necklace."
Her hand went to it, unbidden, a symbol of her devotion. "Thank you," she said uncertainly.
They reached the facility and Cara waited for the driver to open the door.
"You should prepare yourself," she said as she led them to the front doors, keycard in hand. Kahlan slipped her hand into Richard's, squeezing it hard. Something akin to jealousy stirred deep in Cara's soul, knowing she would never be permitted to comfort Rahl so publicly – nor would he return such mundane affection.
Richard slipped on his denim jacket. Cara's gaze was drawn to the brooch where the sunlight caught the gemstones. He caught her looking and smiled. She kept her own expression neutral and led them inside.
Thanks to the email announcement, the leather necklace, and her keycard, Cara received only deferential looks where she drew them at all despite having two strangers with her, and they took the elevator without incident.
It was a strange feeling to be back here; it felt like a lifetime ago that she was just another security officer in Rahl's employ. Cara shook off her reverie and squared her shoulders. The doors slid open.
Garen looked up at them, as did a security officer that Cara didn't know by name. Not a Mistress, and so as soon as she saw Cara's credentials, the woman lowered her eyes briefly in deference.
"This is Richard Cypher," Cara told Garen. "Here to visit his brother."
Garen nodded and pointed unnecessarily in the right direction.
Kahlan had taken a step closer to Richard. Cara understood her discomfort. There was something disquieting about this basement level if you weren't accustomed to it. Devoid of natural light, kept cool if not cold, with the chemical smells of science and medicine and the hum of the fluorescent lights and beeps of the equipment.
Every door that could be closed had been, every curtain around every bed, occupied or otherwise, had been drawn. Every visible desk had been cleared to contain only the bare minimum of equipment. Clearly Garen had received warning, presumably from Denna, that unauthorised visitors were coming and to minimise the danger of them seeing anything incriminating.
"This doesn't feel like a place of healing," Kahlan said softly.
"It is a research facility," Cara said. "And Michael's best hope of survival." It was probably even true, given that no-one but Giller knew what had been done to the elder Cypher brother, or how to undo it.
"What's that?" Richard pointed to the double doors that hid the vault.
"A secure storage facility," Cara said. "As has been explained, this research is confidential, valuable."
"And dangerous in the wrong hands?" Richard asked.
Cara declined to answer. She marched over to the nearest curtain and drew it back. "Your brother," she said.
Jennsen chose that moment to appear, arms loaded with files. She stopped dead, startled.
"Something you require?" Cara asked archly. Jennsen stared at Kahlan, then back at Cara and shook her head. She headed back the way she'd come.
Richard had taken the seat Rahl had once sat in, but his concern and grief was genuine. Kahlan stood at behind him and put one comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What if I want to have him moved somewhere else?" Richard asked, not looking at Cara. He took one of Michael's hands in his.
Cara hesitated. "I do not think that would be advisable. This facility –"
"Is locked away from the world. I would rather have him where I could visit him more often." Richard looked at her now, challenging her authority.
"That would be your right," Cara said. And a good way to put himself in a similar position. "But you should talk to Doctor Giller first. Moving your brother now might result in his death."
Richard was about to say something else but was interrupted by a shrill siren as an alarm sounded.
Emergency lights, separate from the main fluorescents, lit up along the walls. Steel shutters could be heard nearby, falling into place. Cara drew her Taser and looked around.
"What's going on?" Richard asked.
"Wait here," Cara said and strode towards the desk. Garen was typing frantically, head cocked as if to hear the headset better as she spoke on the phone.
"Garen?"
Garen shot her a "gimme a minute" look, but it wasn't disrespectful so Cara didn't retaliate.
"Looks like a breach," Garen said at last. "Ground floor. Fire door."
"Intruders?"
Garen typed some more. "None reported. Maybe someone just slipped out for a smoke."
If it were the case they'd be slipping out of their employment permanently. Any breach of the security doors automatically triggered a lockdown of the entire facility. Cara waited impatiently for the acknowledgment that a full sweep of the building had been made. Only then was the lockdown lifted.
Richard and Kahlan were on their feet, alert for trouble when Cara returned to them.
"False alarm," she said. "Are you ready to leave?"
Richard nodded. "I'll be in touch with Doctor Giller," he said.
"As you wish," Cara said. She led them to the elevator. As they travelled back up to the ground floor she pointed to the pin on Richard's jacket.
"I think I have seen that brooch somewhere before," she said.
"I only inherited it recently," Richard said. "I don't know its history."
Cara led them outside. Richard blinked in the sunlight. They travelled in silence on the limo ride back, Kahlan holding onto Richard's hand the entire time.
"Thank you, Cara," Richard said as they all stood outside the headquarters.
She bowed her head slightly. "It is my pleasure to serve guests of Lord Rahl."
*
"It's not going to be easy to get in," Richard said when they rejoined Zedd at the van. He explained about the security measures.
"And that was just me opening one of the rear fire exits," Zedd said. "We need a better plan."
"I have to meet Verna this afternoon," Richard reminded him.
"Time for lunch then," Zedd said and Kahlan opened her mouth to protest how early it was, realised it was pointless to do so, and shrugged.
*
Cara spent the rest of the day with Rahl while he did paperwork. He'd questioned her about Richard Cypher and she'd told him everything she could about his state of mind and the false alarm security breach. Rahl had seemed satisfied for the time being and had gone back to signing a stack of reports.
Cara was supposed to still be reading, and getting herself educated in all the important areas her new position entailed, but her thoughts were distracted. Richard's grief had seemed genuine enough and he could still demand Michael be removed from Giller's care. That would never be allowed, not when it might expose them all. Us all, Cara thought. She was suddenly in deeper than she'd ever anticipated. She was an accessory and with her new position there would be no dissembling about being merely a security guard. She had full access to almost any information on Rahl that she wanted.
Not that it mattered. The legal system was the rock and Rahl was the hard place and she was trapped between them. Michael had been innocent, as much as anyone that high up in the organisation could be and look how that had turned out for him. Rahl was taken to rash actions when enraged and he got angry often. If there was so much as a hint that she was reconsidering her loyalties she wouldn't survive to tell the tale.
But she wouldn't kill Richard Cypher, she swore to herself. There had to be a line and that was hers.
"Cara?"
For one moment she wondered if Rahl could read minds. Her hand went to her Taser.
"My Lord?"
Rahl leaned back in his chair. "Paperwork is so tiresome."
"Yes, my Lord."
"You're finding that report dull? You've been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes."
Cara knew she'd have to be more careful in future. She forced a smile. "The minutiae of legal reform has rendered me almost catatonic."
"Then perhaps something a little more immediate and physical," Rahl said.
Cara stood and stripped off her t-shirt. If he occupied by making love to her he couldn't be watching her doing something untoward. If he trusted her enough to be intimate with her then maybe he wouldn’t' suspect she was having doubts. It was a risk but a calculated one.
"So eager," Rahl purred, pleased, fingers rubbing at his lips.
"I am always eager to please my Lord," Cara said with such conviction she almost believed it herself. She was still attracted to him which helped, though with more reserve than before.
Rahl began to unbutton his shirt and she shook her head.
"Allow me." Her strong, nimble fingers unfastened the buttons and spread the shirt open. She ran her middle finger down his chest, between his well developed pectoral muscles. Cara climbed into his lap and nuzzled at his neck.
There was a knock at the door.
"Go away," Rahl yelled.
"Lord Rahl?" It was Denna, her voice muffled by the door.
Rahl swore and gestured. Cara slid to the floor, taking the opportunity to run her tongue along his chest before she drew back, a promise of more to come later. He'd be furious with Denna for interrupting and be too busy thinking dirty thoughts about Cara for any suspicion to arise, if she were lucky.
"Lord Rahl? There are details to be finalised for the press conference."
"One moment, Denna!" he shouted, doing up his shirt. Cara looked at the door then back at Rahl and rolled her eyes. It offset his terrible rage somewhat, one corner of his mouth quirking into a smile.
When Denna was finally granted entry, Cara was sitting demurely by the window, reading the report once more and Rahl was at his desk, pen in hand. Cara wasn't sure why he cared if Denna knew they'd been about to have sex, but for whatever reason he'd not wanted her to see evidence of it for herself. But she knew and she gazed daggers at Cara – who pretended not to notice.
Take that, Cara thought smugly, turning a page over. Now who's his favourite, Denna? Now who's not suitable breeding stock? Now who's the one he'll trust more than all others?
RICHARD RAHL
It was a little after two o clock when Richard arrived at the Sanctuary to speak with Vena once more. This time she took him into the main building and led him to her office.
"Please, take a seat," Verna said. Richard sat on the overstuffed sofa and Verna took a chair opposite him. "Richard, there's something I have to tell you. You're going to be angry and upset and you have every right to be. Please understand that I hesitated to tell you in order to protect you. It was Tara's dearest wish you were kept safe."
"This is about my mother?" Richard asked with a frown.
"This is about your father," Verna said. "I've prayed for guidance and now I believe that the right thing is for you to have all of the facts. You're a man now, not a child, and you have the right to make your own decisions."
She sighed and took off her veil. She held it in her lap, worrying the material.
"Your adoptive brother, Michael Cypher, came to see me. It must have been just before the accident."
Richard didn't bother to correct her terminology. Accident, incident, assassination attempt. They all had the same outcome.
"He was agitated," Verna said. "And more than a little drunk. I refused him entry to the Sanctuary until he said it was about his brother Richard, who I had placed with George Cypher."
*
Michael paced the office while Verna sat in her chair.
"The thing with Rahl," Michael said at last, "is that you need an exit strategy if you work for him."
Verna nodded. "He is a dangerous man."
Michael stumbled, half-sat, half-fell onto the sofa. Verna leant forwards.
"If you need my help to escape, say the word. It doesn't matter what you've done in his service, if you wish to be free of him I will help you. That is my sworn oath in the service of the Creator. Help any who ask."
He turned bleary eyes on her. "I don't think you can help me," he said. "I may have gone too far. It's taken almost a year, and a small fortune, but I've found a secret that rivals Rahl's scientific endeavours. Rahl can lay the blame at Giller's feet, if someone exposes the existence of human test subjects. But this…"
Verna moved to sit beside him. "How much do you know?"
"Piers Rahl fathered two more children after Darien," Michael said. "Both out of wedlock. Both shortly before his death. One I'm still tracking; believed to be a daughter. The other was a son born to Tara Zorander. His name was Richard and you oversaw his adoption."
Verna swallowed. "The daughter I know nothing of. But yes, there is another son."
"If Darien should die, Richard would be the next Lord Rahl," Michael said. "Darien has always feared someone will usurp his position of power. He will not allow Richard to live if he discovers his existence."
"The very reason he was adopted out in the first place," Verna agreed.
"But Zorander…that's the crazy old bookseller my father was friends with," Michael said. "Richard Rahl…that's my brother, isn't it? Richard Cypher."
Verna nodded. Michael put his head in his hands.
"My father always loved him best," he said. "And now I find Richard wasn't even his son. I tried so hard to make him proud but it was always Richard he worshipped. Even my ex-fiancée, Anna, she adored Richard from afar. I've always been second best, except for where Rahl was concerned. He's made me an important part of his life. And now I've ruined that too."
Verna put one comforting hand on his shoulder. "I cannot speak for your father," she said softly, "but I'm sure he was proud of you even if he didn't show it. Nothing would have made your father happier than you working against Rahl instead of for him."
Michael sat up and shook his head. "I'm not even trying to work against him. I'm just trying to protect myself. What I need from you is proof. A copy of the adoption certificate. You got it sealed, somehow. I need it. That, or DNA profiles of Darien and Richard will be the proof of this."
Verna hesitated. "You ask for a knife," she said, "that you think will protect you but can easily be turned against you. You said it yourself; Rahl will not allow Richard to live. What do you think he will do to you for harbouring this knowledge"?
"Let me worry about that," Michael said.
*
"I gave him what he wanted," Verna said. "When you asked why Michael might have been targeted by Rahl other than for losing the book, I could only imagine that it was this."
Richard looked away a long moment. "The Tower," he said. "Everything I ever believed about my family has been a lie. To find out I'm related to Darien…to that monster!"
"You're a good man," Verna said. "I can see that in you. But don't make the mistake Michael did. Leave, Richard. My sources tell me you are with Kahlan Amnell, herself a threat to Rahl. Take her and go. Leave the country. I hear New Zealand is very nice, and Rahl has no business interests there."
"Emigrate"? Richard stood, anger flashing in his eyes. "I will not run. Rahl must be stopped. And if Michael was collecting information to use against him, then I'm more convinced than ever that the book exists. We believe it's within the science facility, and we will find a way to retrieve it."
Verna shrugged. "I can't stop you. I can only pray for your safety."
*
Kahlan held Richard to her, soothing him. Zedd was stood at the window of the motel room, angry at what he saw as his daughter's betrayal.
"This man, this tyrant, is my brother," Richard said. "His blood runs in my veins."
"This changes nothing," Kahlan said. "You share one parent, not two, nor your upbringing. You are not Darien Rahl."
"But I am Richard Rahl. It does change things." He sat up and smoothed down his rumpled hair. "We still have to stop him though."
Zedd nodded and turned to face them. He looked older, frailer, shaken by this latest revelation. "We stop him. For all we know, Darken Rahl hastened his own father's death. He must be brought to justice."
Kahlan reached over for her laptop. "Richard, there's a ray of hope. My contact is back. I told them we think the book is somewhere in the Lab and they responded they thought it unlikely but that they'd find a way to look for it."
A slim ray of hope but better than none.
PART THREE / index post / PART ONE
SISTER VERNA
Richard slept little – not that he'd have slept well with Zedd's snoring anyway. Kahlan had the motel room next to theirs and through the ridiculously thin walls he heard her wandering about in the early hours. He was relieved when it was morning and they could be on their way.
It was another two hours drive to the mansion where Verna lived. This turned into three and a half hours after Zedd made them stop for breakfast and then got lost – though he'd never admit the latter, passing it off as a short-cut.
At last they pulled up outside an imposing house that was surrounded by tall brick walls and black wrought iron gates. "Sisters of Light" proclaimed a plaque on the wall.
"What is this place?" Richard asked.
"Verna lives here," Zedd said. "She's part of a sort of an order that devotes itself to spiritual matters."
"It's a convent?" Kahlan asked.
"I'm unsure of the specifics," Zedd said. "They worship the Creator, and they try to do good works. They have a broad skill set and it was these woman, Verna in particular, who helped arrange your adoption, Richard. Despite that favour, Verna despises me for my work with Rahl. I'll wait in the van."
Richard looked at Kahlan. "Do you want to come? You're fighting Rahl."
Slowly, she shook her head.
"You should do this alone," Kahlan said. "Verna might be more forthcoming to just one person, especially if you begin by asking about your mother."
Richard nodded and climbed out of the van. He walked up to the gates and pressed the intercom. After a moment someone answered.
"Sisters of Light. How can we assist you?"
"My name is Richard Cypher. I'm here to talk to Verna about my mother, Tara Zorander. It's a matter of some urgency."
There was silence for almost five minutes. Richard ran appraising eyes over the security. He might be able to scale the wall if necessary, but he'd be seen on one of the many CCTV cameras.
"Sister Verna will see you," the intercom voice said finally. "Please wait for an escort. Be aware that no weapons are allowed within the confines of our sacred space."
At last, a woman came to the gates. Pale skinned and brown haired, both features accentuated by her odd garb. A sleeveless, loose flowing red-orange robe covered her from shoulders to ankles, and a matching veil covered her hair.
"Richard Cypher," she said, opening the gate. "I'm Sister Verna. Welcome. You're not armed?"
"No," he said.
"Come with me," she said, shutting the gate securely behind him. Richard glanced around. The sanctuary included a large grey Gothic edifice set in an expanse of well maintained lawns and flowerbeds as well as what appeared to be a stable block.
"Is this a convent?" Richard asked as he followed Verna along a gravel path.
"Not exactly," Verna said. "Our sect long ago severed all ties to the Church. We saw the Creator as encompassing both male and female energies and as likely to appear to us in female form as that of a man. We also need no male intermediaries to talk to the Creator and our sect allowed women to become priestesses. We are currently a female only sect, hence our name of the Sisters of Light, and we provide a safe haven for abused women as well as a spiritual retreat for those wishing to dedicate their lives to the betterment of all."
"How do you help people, if you're not a proper church? I mean, are people distrustful?"
Verna smiled. "We never wear our colourful dress outside these walls. We move undercover, volunteering our skills and services wherever they are needed."
"What about money?" Richard asked, pausing at a fishpond to study the Koi carp.
"We play the stock market," Verna said simply. "One of our Sisters was a banker for many years until she longed for a simpler existence. And we are the owners of a jewellery manufacturer. Have you heard of the Radahan range?"
Richard nodded. Everyone had. "Polished steel with sacred engravings and some of them have embedded gemstones. Supposed to be magical, help with everything from infertility to migraines. Widely regarded as crackpottery until that singer wore one and got her voice back."
Verna smiled. "We make quite a lot of money from those. And the dacra triple pointed pendants are very popular." She nodded to his brooch. "That is from the same manufacturer; the style is unmistakable."
"It was my mother's," he said and she nodded.
"Anyway, Richard, you didn't come here to quiz me about how a small group of women like to play dress up in their garden, did you? You said it was urgent."
Richard sat on the ground by the pond.
"It's about Darien Rahl," he said.
A shadow crossed Verna's face briefly before the serenity returned. To his surprise, she gathered up her robes – revealing black leggings beneath them – and seated herself on the gravel beside him.
"Darien Rahl's father gave my predecessor the jewellery concern as a gift," she said. "When Darien took power he tried to buy it from us, buy out our shares, discredit us. When it became obvious he would draw more attention and possible sympathy to us by these actions he desisted."
"Why? What does he have against you?"
Verna shrugged. "He believes we are working against him. With some truth to that. Before I found my place with the Sisters I worked for one of the Corporation's satellite offices in Phoenix. I stumbled across some reports about ethical concerns with some of the research.
"When I tried to take it further I was fired. I don't have any proof but I know he is still carrying out the pharmaceutical research. I've offered help and advice to some of those falling foul of Rahl and using my contacts have gotten at least two former employees new identities to escape his wrath. DA Brandstone was one of the unlucky ones who never had a chance."
Richard studied Verna a moment. "Do you know of the Book of Shadow Accounts?"
"It's a myth," she said. "Rahl would never be so foolish as to allow such a thing to exist."
"My brother kept the book," Richard said. "His name was – is – Michael Cypher. And now he's in a coma, fallen victim to Rahl, and the Book is missing. ADA Kahlan Amnell, Brandstone's assistant is with me, looking for the book, as is my grandfather Zedd, who once worked for Rahl."
"Zedd," Verna said in distaste. "He is your grandfather but I have no love for him, Richard. Do you know some of the things he has done?"
"He has renounced his work with Rahl and wants only to destroy him," Richard said. "He said you helped him with my adoption."
"For Tara Lynn Zorander's sake I helped him, yes. She was a supporter of our work."
Richard nodded. "I'm sorry I never got to know her. Sister Verna, I'd love to hear everything you know about my mother, and one day I'll come back so we can talk. But right now I have to find the Book. We spoke to Sharona Otago and she said the Book might be with you."
Verna lifted one eyebrow. "I understand why she said that. As I explained I have provided refuge to those fleeing Rahl and someone who knew of me might well bring me the Book for safekeeping. Alas, I have never seen this artefact. Until I do, I will continue to question its existence."
Richard sighed. "I need it to destroy Rahl," he said. "That's what we all want, isn't it?"
Verna stood, brushing dirt from her robes. "I will make a few calls," she said. "That is all I can promise. Do you have a cell phone number?"
*
Richard rejoined Zedd and Kahlan outside the sanctuary's gates.
"Well?" asked Kahlan, anxiously.
"She's going to ask her contacts," Richard said. "Also, I think everyone I've ever known or will ever meet has at some point worked for Lord Rahl."
They got some lunch and tried to talk of other, more pleasant things, than Rahl, with little success.
"Sharona talked about the Tower," Richard confided. "I wonder if she meant Rahl's headquarters. A skyscraper could be the Tower she meant, couldn't it?"
Zedd nodded and took another slice of pizza. "Yes, but it would be a very literal interpretation. The Tower card, I believe, refers to violent or radical change. It can mean an illusion is shattered or a long held belief is proven to be false."
"How much more I can lose?" Richard asked plaintively. "What other secrets can there be for me to uncover?"
Kahlan gazed at him with sympathy. "It's a difficult time for you, for all of us," she acknowledged. "Zedd, is it possible the Tower could refer to Rahl? If we topple his empire, wouldn't that count?"
"Possibly. But Sharona was reading for Richard." Zedd shrugged. "I'm no expert on the Tarot. Sharona used to read it for me when we were together, and I only know what she taught me."
The day dragged on and Verna didn’t call them back.
"I'm going to talk to Rahl," Richard said at last. "We're getting nowhere looking for this stupid book. Let's go to the source."
"Richard," Kahlan began, afraid of what violence this might provoke.
"I want to meet him, this man who has destroyed my adoptive family," Richard said, "along with so many other lives. I want to see for myself what we're dealing with."
"Rahl is not be trifled with," Zedd said.
"But I have a right to see him," Richard said, taking out the now crumpled letter. "He has my brother and I think he owes me an explanation in person for what happened."
It wasn't a good plan, but it was the only one they had right now.
As night fell, Verna called.
"Richard, I've spoken to every single one of my contacts and they to theirs," she said. "I must reiterate my doubt that this book even exists."
"If it doesn't, then why was Michael removed from his position?" Richard asked. "Kahlan's contact insisted the theft of the Book of Shadow Accounts was the reason."
Verna was silent for so long that he thought she'd hung up.
"Richard, we need to talk. Come back tomorrow afternoon."
Richard stared at the phone. "She can't find the book anywhere, but she wants to see me," he said. "Tomorrow."
"We're going to have a busy day," Zedd said. "Richard, I've been thinking. Where is the best place to hide something?"
"Where it won't be found?" Richard said.
"Where no-one will look," Kahlan corrected.
"Exactly. And where would no-one look for a stolen item?" Zedd asked.
They considered a moment.
"The place it was stolen from," Richard said with realisation. "Maybe the book isn't out in the world and can't be found because it's still in Rahl's office."
"Not his office. When I worked at the Lab, there was a vault in the basement level where we did our top secret work," Zedd explained. "I'd hide something as valuable as the Book of Shadow Accounts in that vault. And if I stole it and didn't know where else to hide it, I'd leave it in the facility somewhere."
Richard nodded, determined. "Then it's more important than ever to go to Rahl," he said, "and demand to see Michael for myself."
A WORKING RELATIONSHIP
Cara arrived early to work the next morning and let herself into the lounge. She headed for the changing room where she slipped off her uniform quickly. She was wearing a tiny red bikini underneath. She took up a fluffy towel from the wooden shelving and went to the poolside.
She wasn't alone. Rahl was already in the pool, long powerful strokes taking him to the end of the pool. She watched, entranced. His long hair trailed behind him.
At the end of the pool he stopped, turned to face her. Water glistened on his skin. Cara let her gaze travel over his muscular frame, feeling desire spread through her, making her nipples stand erect and dampness gather in her bikini briefs
"Good morning, Cara," he said. "Don't be shy. The water's warm."
"Yes, my Lord," she said.
"Not so formal right now," he said.
Hesitantly, Cara put down the towel and slid into the water. It was warm, deliciously so. It soaked her bikini top. She ducked down, damping her shoulders and hair. It tasted slightly salty, more like the sea than the usual chemical taint of a swimming pool.
"You swim?" he asked.
"Yes, Lo – Darien," she said, adding boldly, "As you well know. It was in my file."
He laughed heartily, the sound echoing from the tiled walls.
"Yes, I read your file. I was making conversation." He swam to the poolside and heaved himself out of the water, sitting on the edge with his legs dangling in the water. His tiny red swimming trunks left little to the imagination.
Cara swam, aware of his gaze. She completed four lengths of the pool before pausing near him. He smiled approvingly. She ducked back down, and did another length backstroke, staring at the ornate ceiling. She turned and headed back again, stopping near the middle of the pool when she realised Rahl was nearby, waist deep in the water.
"Such finesse," he praised her.
"Thank you," she said, pushing her back from her face.
He stepped closer. She stayed still as he moved into her personal space, the damp skin of his arms touching her own. To her surprise, Cara realised Rahl had shed his trunks and was now naked. Her eyes flickered involuntarily downwards to the water before she firmly fixed her gaze on his eyes.
"Oh, you're not prudish, are you?" Rahl said. He reached up and stroked her cheek leaving a damp trail across her face. "Do I not please you, Cara?"
She was torn. He was lovely, she had to admit. He was also her boss – would it be worse to reject him or to embark on an ill advised affair? And she knew better than most what he was capable of; getting on his bad side could be a fatal mistake.
"I find you attractive," she said, hoping that would suffice. It wasn't a lie.
"And I you," he said throatily. He pressed his body even more tightly against hers. She felt his arousal and it sent a shiver of excitement through her, her own body responding in kind. He pressed damp lips to her throat and Cara wrapped her arms around his neck and planted her knees at his hips.
She supported her own weight – helped by the buoyancy of the water – as he tugged at her bikini briefs, pulling them down towards her knees. His hands were on her lower back, his mouth at her throat, and then he entered her, possessing her body utterly and completely.
*
Cara showered, still unable to believe what had just happened. Sex. In a pool. With her boss. With Lord Rahl.
She turned off the water and picked up her towel, dabbing at her face.
"Did you enjoy your swim?"
Cara stiffened at Denna's voice. "Yes, Sister," she replied.
"The pool will need to be cleaned," Denna said.
"I would advise it," Cara agreed, keeping her voice calm. She couldn't be blamed for Rahl's actions and she and Denna both knew it. Was Denna jealous of what Cara had just experienced? Had she once been the one Rahl made love to in inappropriate settings?
Denna tossed something on the bench near Cara's clothes.
"Plan B," she said. "Our Lord Rahl has many fine qualities but his reluctance to use contraception is not one of them. An unwanted pregnancy now would ruin your career, Cara, and would be an unthinkable scandal for Rahl."
Cara nodded. In the heat of her passion she hadn't even thought about the need for protection. She knew Rahl had access to medical records and was probably only sleeping with those he was mostly sure were free of disease – and, as she was, taking birth control. Pregnancy was unlikely, but she wasn't going to argue with Denna.
"Thank you, Sister," she said. Denna glowered at her a moment.
"No bastard of Rahl's will ever be allowed to live to challenge him," Denna warned. "If he desires an heir, it will come from a carefully chosen woman of suitable breeding." Then she turned on her heel and left the room.
Cara felt anger rise up hotly in her cheeks, insulted at the suggestion she was of inferior genetic material. She rubbed hard at her skin. Denna was jealous indeed and potentially dangerous. Cara would have to watch her step.
BREAKFAST WITH RAHL
Cara was sat on the sofa by the window and reading reports, familiarising herself with the details of Rahl's empire. At his desk, Rahl was reading his emails – and looking over at Cara with a frequency that suggested he would be wanting a repeat of their encounter in the pool sooner rather than later.
There was a knock at the office door – closed, Cara thought, in case Rahl had wanted to have sex with her in his office next.
"Enter," Rahl called, composed and business like as the door opened and Denna entered. She stood to attention in front of his desk.
"My Lord," Denna said. "Richard Cypher is here."
Rahl stared at her, uncomprehending for a moment. "Cypher?
"Michael Cypher's brother," Denna explained.
Cara's eyes widened. This was surely an unexpected development.
"What does he want?" Rahl asked suspiciously. "If it's money, see to it." He stroked at his facial hair.
Cara wondered if Cypher was hoping to claim negligence by his brother's employee as a factor in his drug overdose. To make things simpler the "incident" was said to have occurred on these very premises rather than at Michael's apartment. Richard could have only a very flimsy case against Rahl but flimsy or not, right now Rahl couldn't risk the bad publicity.
Denna shook her head, her braid banging against her shoulders. "He says he wishes to see his brother. To acknowledge for himself the conditions under which Michael Cypher is kept."
Rahl leant forwards, expression darkening. "Is that so?"
Denna nodded. Rahl drummed his fingers on his desk as he considered his options.
"Can we dispose of him?" Rahl asked at length. Cara barely kept the shock from her face. Richard Cypher had done nothing wrong and did not deserve to be killed. And yet he posed a threat to Rahl and he would be dealt with. It troubled her conscience, as Michael's punishment did, despite her sworn loyalty, and no little attraction, to Rahl.
"I regret that may be difficult," Denna said. "There are rumours that he travels with Kahlan Amnell."
Rahl's eyes flashed with anger. "That bitch? I should have had her destroyed along with Chase Brandstone," he said through gritted teeth. "Too late now, I suppose."
"It might arouse suspicion if both she and Michael Cypher's brother were to die right now," Denna agreed, adding, "Perhaps later."
Rahl stood. "I will talk to him," he said decisively. "Bring him to the rooftop – and order refreshments."
Denna bowed her head and left. Rahl sighed.
"This will be very tiresome," he said. "If Richard Cypher so much as twitches wrongly, Cara, I expect you to use your Taser on him. If we're lucky he may then fall from the rooftop; hardly my fault if he attacked me in his grief over his brother's overdose."
Cara nodded, one hand at the device on her hip. "Of course, Lord Rahl. I will protect you with my life." She could only hope this wouldn't involve Richard's death.
"Come, then." Rahl gestured. "Let us go and meet Richard Cypher."
*
Richard was on high alert when Denna reappeared at the lobby. He'd been firm, then insistent, then belligerent in his demands to speak with Lord Rahl. The reception staff had alerted Denna and he'd tried similar tactics with her. Threats to involve the press had finally sent her back upstairs to her employer's office.
"Forgive the delay, Mr Cypher," she said. "Please, allow me to take you to meet with Lord Rahl."
She led him to the elevator and used a keycard to swipe at the keypad before pressing the rooftop button. Richard tried to stay calm and collected but it wasn't so easy being trapped in a small space with a woman like Denna.
"Is it true they call you Mistress?" he asked as the elevator crawled upwards.
Denna's lips twitched. "Yes, it is."
"Did you know my brother?"
"Not well. He had his own security escort." Denna glanced over her shoulder at Richard. "You were close?"
The tone wasn't outright mocking but Richard sensed the veiled insult.
"Not in the last few years," he said. "I had been hoping to make amends once he wasn't so busy with the campaign."
At last the doors slid open. Sunlight streamed into the enclosed space. Denna strode out, hips swinging. Richard followed, blinking at the brightness. They were on the rooftop which was decked out with a tiny eternity pool, a decking area with a large table and several chairs, and various potted trees and flower planters. The table was shielded by a parasol. It was covered in a deep red cloth and littered with trays holding bottles, glasses, and what Richard dismissed as "posh nibbles".
A man was seated casually at the table. Darien Rahl. There was no mistaking him, the shoulder length dark hair, the dark suit with the Rahl crest embroidery. No tie, the white shirt left open at the neck. Dark glasses covered his eyes but the overall profile was exactly that Richard had seen so often in the papers.
A woman stood nearby, alert. Pretty, blonde, wearing the female security garb Denna did, with the damn Taser on her hip. Strong featured with coral lips and deep green eyes that met his in an assessing manner. Richard held her gaze a moment, letting her know he wasn't afraid.
Rahl got to his feet, whipping off his glasses in a showy manner, flipping them closed and dropping them into his breast pocket.
"Richard Cypher," he said. Now Richard could see his eyes; very blue, piercing, intelligent, dangerous somehow. The voice was cultured with an English accent, possibly from his schooling or maybe just from his desire to trade on the title his heritage bestowed on him.
Richard approached him warily and shook hands firmly.
"Darien Rahl," he returned, unwilling to use the title. Rahl didn't bridle at this, merely nodded and gestured to the table.
"Come, sit," he said. "Thank you, Denna."
Richard caught a flicker of displeasure at this dismissal but the woman nodded and took her leave.
"Help yourself," Rahl said. "Orange juice, water, champagne, Scotch. If there's something else you desire?" As he spoke he poured himself a glass of champagne.
"Thank you, this will be fine." Richard took a seat.
Rahl motioned to the woman. "Cara, be seated." To Richard he said, "Cara is my intern. Your brother's accident has left me bereft of so much help and support that no single person can replace him. My new campaign manager, Sebastian, is doing his best, and many others have stepped up to shoulder a share of the responsibilities but Cara is the one at my right hand, as Michael was. She has a lot to learn, but she's doing admirably."
Richard saw the pride and joy on Cara's face at these words of praise. He wondered how sincere Rahl was – the man was a politician and no matter his tone, the actual feelings behind the words might be very different. It also raised the question as to why an intern was wearing the jeans and jacket of a security officer rather than a suit. He poured himself some orange juice while he gathered his thoughts.
"We are so very sorry," Rahl went on. "No-one foresaw your brother's actions, not even I, and that pains me greatly. I had no idea the pressures of the job had made him turn to pharmaceutical relief."
Richard nodded. "Thank you," he said. "I'm still coming to terms with it myself. As you are probably aware, Michael had not been in touch with me for some time."
Rahl pushed a plate of canapés towards Richard with one well-manicured finger.
"He rarely spoke of his family," he said. "I advised him to go to your father's funeral but Michael was a stubborn man."
"Is," Richard said. "Not was."
"Of course," Rahl said, contrite.
Richard gestured to Cara. "Orange juice?"
She looked to Rahl who nodded almost imperceptibly before she pushed a glass toward Richard. Richard filled it with juice and Cara nodded in thanks.
"So, Mr Cypher," Rahl began.
"Richard."
He wasn't a man used to being interrupted and it showed before Rahl schooled his face into a neutral mask once more.
"Richard. What exactly can I do for you? If it's a question of your brother's personal effects –"
"As I explained to your Chief of Security, I want to see him." Richard sipped at his juice. He leant back in the chair. If Rahl or his security-intern-woman decided to attack him, he had limited options up here. The elevator might not even be available without one of the keycards Mistress Denna had used to access the rooftop.
Rahl studied him a moment. Richard wasn't sure what Rahl was looking for but eventually Rahl took up his champagne flute and took a sip. He dabbed at his lips with a napkin. Stalling, Richard thought.
"Michael Cypher is being cared for at a private facility," Rahl said. "It is owned by the Corporation. He's family and it seemed the least we could do. It deals in cutting edge treatments. Much of the work we're doing is highly classified and access is strictly limited. Of course, given the circumstances, that will not be a problem. Cara will escort you."
Cara shot her employer a startled glance before she hid it by bending over for a napkin. Rahl didn't see it, but Richard certainly did.
"I'll ensure you receive a warm welcome," Rahl said. "And rest assured, all of the expenses are being taken care of. All employees receive a generous benefits package and, as I said, he is family."
"Your generosity is appreciated." Richard eyed the canapés and decided against taking one.
"Cara, please take Richard to the facility and show him every courtesy," Rahl said, getting to his feet.
Cara stood too. "Yes, Lord Rahl," she said.
Rahl nodded. "If there's nothing else?"
"Not right now."
"Then please excuse me. Election season is upon us," Rahl said. He walked to the elevator, passed a keycard against a sensor. The doors opened and he stepped into the elevator. Cara watched him depart and drained her glass.
"Whenever you are ready, Mr Cypher," she said.
"Richard."
"As you wish." She tipped her head, studying him.
"What is it?"
She shrugged. "There is little family resemblance between you and Michael."
"I recently found out I was adopted. Michael is not my brother by blood." Richard gave a wry smile. "That doesn't change my feelings towards him."
"Of course not."
"Can my girlfriend come with me?" Richard asked. He deliberately specified Kahlan this way to emphasise the emotional support she might provide. She was waiting in the van with Zedd, just around the corner, ready to accompany him. "I don't want to do this alone."
Cara hesitated; something Lord Rahl hadn't instructed her on, he guessed.
"Lord Rahl told me to extend every courtesy," she said as if convincing herself. "That will be acceptable."
"I'll call her, have her meet us downstairs," Richard said. "What about transport?"
"That will not be a problem," Cara assured him.
THE LAB
Cara used the limo ride to study Richard and Kahlan. For him to show up looking for his brother was one thing, to be in the company of Kahlan Amnell suggested he was more interested in what had happened to Michael than if he was being taken good care of. And even this wasn't the whole truth. This was clearly not just them teaming up to investigate Rahl, it was personal, a fact evidenced in every tiny glance, every touch between the two. Kahlan's hand on Richard's knee when he looked pensive, the smile on her face when he brightened up and pointed to something out of the window.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had to be on her best behaviour, after all. Still, there was something almost sickening about the depth of feeling between them.
"I'm sorry?" Cara said, realising Kahlan had asked her something. She'd got lost for a moment, comparing the gentleness of Richard's movements towards Kahlan with the boldness of Rahl's towards her.
"I was just saying it's a very important position you hold. You must be thrilled at such an opportunity."
Cara nodded, then remembered her manners. "I regret the circumstances," she said. "But I do appreciate the chance."
"Rahl is heading for the senate," Kahlan said. "And you with him? Or will you be helping supervise the business concerns while he is occupied with politics?"
She shrugged. "I will do whatever Lord Rahl wishes. I hope to stay at his side, ensuring he can fulfil all of his obligations effectively."
Kahlan was staring at her in a way that was making her uncomfortable so Cara glared back. Richard sought to break the tension.
"I like your necklace."
Her hand went to it, unbidden, a symbol of her devotion. "Thank you," she said uncertainly.
They reached the facility and Cara waited for the driver to open the door.
"You should prepare yourself," she said as she led them to the front doors, keycard in hand. Kahlan slipped her hand into Richard's, squeezing it hard. Something akin to jealousy stirred deep in Cara's soul, knowing she would never be permitted to comfort Rahl so publicly – nor would he return such mundane affection.
Richard slipped on his denim jacket. Cara's gaze was drawn to the brooch where the sunlight caught the gemstones. He caught her looking and smiled. She kept her own expression neutral and led them inside.
Thanks to the email announcement, the leather necklace, and her keycard, Cara received only deferential looks where she drew them at all despite having two strangers with her, and they took the elevator without incident.
It was a strange feeling to be back here; it felt like a lifetime ago that she was just another security officer in Rahl's employ. Cara shook off her reverie and squared her shoulders. The doors slid open.
Garen looked up at them, as did a security officer that Cara didn't know by name. Not a Mistress, and so as soon as she saw Cara's credentials, the woman lowered her eyes briefly in deference.
"This is Richard Cypher," Cara told Garen. "Here to visit his brother."
Garen nodded and pointed unnecessarily in the right direction.
Kahlan had taken a step closer to Richard. Cara understood her discomfort. There was something disquieting about this basement level if you weren't accustomed to it. Devoid of natural light, kept cool if not cold, with the chemical smells of science and medicine and the hum of the fluorescent lights and beeps of the equipment.
Every door that could be closed had been, every curtain around every bed, occupied or otherwise, had been drawn. Every visible desk had been cleared to contain only the bare minimum of equipment. Clearly Garen had received warning, presumably from Denna, that unauthorised visitors were coming and to minimise the danger of them seeing anything incriminating.
"This doesn't feel like a place of healing," Kahlan said softly.
"It is a research facility," Cara said. "And Michael's best hope of survival." It was probably even true, given that no-one but Giller knew what had been done to the elder Cypher brother, or how to undo it.
"What's that?" Richard pointed to the double doors that hid the vault.
"A secure storage facility," Cara said. "As has been explained, this research is confidential, valuable."
"And dangerous in the wrong hands?" Richard asked.
Cara declined to answer. She marched over to the nearest curtain and drew it back. "Your brother," she said.
Jennsen chose that moment to appear, arms loaded with files. She stopped dead, startled.
"Something you require?" Cara asked archly. Jennsen stared at Kahlan, then back at Cara and shook her head. She headed back the way she'd come.
Richard had taken the seat Rahl had once sat in, but his concern and grief was genuine. Kahlan stood at behind him and put one comforting hand on his shoulder.
"What if I want to have him moved somewhere else?" Richard asked, not looking at Cara. He took one of Michael's hands in his.
Cara hesitated. "I do not think that would be advisable. This facility –"
"Is locked away from the world. I would rather have him where I could visit him more often." Richard looked at her now, challenging her authority.
"That would be your right," Cara said. And a good way to put himself in a similar position. "But you should talk to Doctor Giller first. Moving your brother now might result in his death."
Richard was about to say something else but was interrupted by a shrill siren as an alarm sounded.
Emergency lights, separate from the main fluorescents, lit up along the walls. Steel shutters could be heard nearby, falling into place. Cara drew her Taser and looked around.
"What's going on?" Richard asked.
"Wait here," Cara said and strode towards the desk. Garen was typing frantically, head cocked as if to hear the headset better as she spoke on the phone.
"Garen?"
Garen shot her a "gimme a minute" look, but it wasn't disrespectful so Cara didn't retaliate.
"Looks like a breach," Garen said at last. "Ground floor. Fire door."
"Intruders?"
Garen typed some more. "None reported. Maybe someone just slipped out for a smoke."
If it were the case they'd be slipping out of their employment permanently. Any breach of the security doors automatically triggered a lockdown of the entire facility. Cara waited impatiently for the acknowledgment that a full sweep of the building had been made. Only then was the lockdown lifted.
Richard and Kahlan were on their feet, alert for trouble when Cara returned to them.
"False alarm," she said. "Are you ready to leave?"
Richard nodded. "I'll be in touch with Doctor Giller," he said.
"As you wish," Cara said. She led them to the elevator. As they travelled back up to the ground floor she pointed to the pin on Richard's jacket.
"I think I have seen that brooch somewhere before," she said.
"I only inherited it recently," Richard said. "I don't know its history."
Cara led them outside. Richard blinked in the sunlight. They travelled in silence on the limo ride back, Kahlan holding onto Richard's hand the entire time.
"Thank you, Cara," Richard said as they all stood outside the headquarters.
She bowed her head slightly. "It is my pleasure to serve guests of Lord Rahl."
*
"It's not going to be easy to get in," Richard said when they rejoined Zedd at the van. He explained about the security measures.
"And that was just me opening one of the rear fire exits," Zedd said. "We need a better plan."
"I have to meet Verna this afternoon," Richard reminded him.
"Time for lunch then," Zedd said and Kahlan opened her mouth to protest how early it was, realised it was pointless to do so, and shrugged.
*
Cara spent the rest of the day with Rahl while he did paperwork. He'd questioned her about Richard Cypher and she'd told him everything she could about his state of mind and the false alarm security breach. Rahl had seemed satisfied for the time being and had gone back to signing a stack of reports.
Cara was supposed to still be reading, and getting herself educated in all the important areas her new position entailed, but her thoughts were distracted. Richard's grief had seemed genuine enough and he could still demand Michael be removed from Giller's care. That would never be allowed, not when it might expose them all. Us all, Cara thought. She was suddenly in deeper than she'd ever anticipated. She was an accessory and with her new position there would be no dissembling about being merely a security guard. She had full access to almost any information on Rahl that she wanted.
Not that it mattered. The legal system was the rock and Rahl was the hard place and she was trapped between them. Michael had been innocent, as much as anyone that high up in the organisation could be and look how that had turned out for him. Rahl was taken to rash actions when enraged and he got angry often. If there was so much as a hint that she was reconsidering her loyalties she wouldn't survive to tell the tale.
But she wouldn't kill Richard Cypher, she swore to herself. There had to be a line and that was hers.
"Cara?"
For one moment she wondered if Rahl could read minds. Her hand went to her Taser.
"My Lord?"
Rahl leaned back in his chair. "Paperwork is so tiresome."
"Yes, my Lord."
"You're finding that report dull? You've been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes."
Cara knew she'd have to be more careful in future. She forced a smile. "The minutiae of legal reform has rendered me almost catatonic."
"Then perhaps something a little more immediate and physical," Rahl said.
Cara stood and stripped off her t-shirt. If he occupied by making love to her he couldn't be watching her doing something untoward. If he trusted her enough to be intimate with her then maybe he wouldn’t' suspect she was having doubts. It was a risk but a calculated one.
"So eager," Rahl purred, pleased, fingers rubbing at his lips.
"I am always eager to please my Lord," Cara said with such conviction she almost believed it herself. She was still attracted to him which helped, though with more reserve than before.
Rahl began to unbutton his shirt and she shook her head.
"Allow me." Her strong, nimble fingers unfastened the buttons and spread the shirt open. She ran her middle finger down his chest, between his well developed pectoral muscles. Cara climbed into his lap and nuzzled at his neck.
There was a knock at the door.
"Go away," Rahl yelled.
"Lord Rahl?" It was Denna, her voice muffled by the door.
Rahl swore and gestured. Cara slid to the floor, taking the opportunity to run her tongue along his chest before she drew back, a promise of more to come later. He'd be furious with Denna for interrupting and be too busy thinking dirty thoughts about Cara for any suspicion to arise, if she were lucky.
"Lord Rahl? There are details to be finalised for the press conference."
"One moment, Denna!" he shouted, doing up his shirt. Cara looked at the door then back at Rahl and rolled her eyes. It offset his terrible rage somewhat, one corner of his mouth quirking into a smile.
When Denna was finally granted entry, Cara was sitting demurely by the window, reading the report once more and Rahl was at his desk, pen in hand. Cara wasn't sure why he cared if Denna knew they'd been about to have sex, but for whatever reason he'd not wanted her to see evidence of it for herself. But she knew and she gazed daggers at Cara – who pretended not to notice.
Take that, Cara thought smugly, turning a page over. Now who's his favourite, Denna? Now who's not suitable breeding stock? Now who's the one he'll trust more than all others?
RICHARD RAHL
It was a little after two o clock when Richard arrived at the Sanctuary to speak with Vena once more. This time she took him into the main building and led him to her office.
"Please, take a seat," Verna said. Richard sat on the overstuffed sofa and Verna took a chair opposite him. "Richard, there's something I have to tell you. You're going to be angry and upset and you have every right to be. Please understand that I hesitated to tell you in order to protect you. It was Tara's dearest wish you were kept safe."
"This is about my mother?" Richard asked with a frown.
"This is about your father," Verna said. "I've prayed for guidance and now I believe that the right thing is for you to have all of the facts. You're a man now, not a child, and you have the right to make your own decisions."
She sighed and took off her veil. She held it in her lap, worrying the material.
"Your adoptive brother, Michael Cypher, came to see me. It must have been just before the accident."
Richard didn't bother to correct her terminology. Accident, incident, assassination attempt. They all had the same outcome.
"He was agitated," Verna said. "And more than a little drunk. I refused him entry to the Sanctuary until he said it was about his brother Richard, who I had placed with George Cypher."
*
Michael paced the office while Verna sat in her chair.
"The thing with Rahl," Michael said at last, "is that you need an exit strategy if you work for him."
Verna nodded. "He is a dangerous man."
Michael stumbled, half-sat, half-fell onto the sofa. Verna leant forwards.
"If you need my help to escape, say the word. It doesn't matter what you've done in his service, if you wish to be free of him I will help you. That is my sworn oath in the service of the Creator. Help any who ask."
He turned bleary eyes on her. "I don't think you can help me," he said. "I may have gone too far. It's taken almost a year, and a small fortune, but I've found a secret that rivals Rahl's scientific endeavours. Rahl can lay the blame at Giller's feet, if someone exposes the existence of human test subjects. But this…"
Verna moved to sit beside him. "How much do you know?"
"Piers Rahl fathered two more children after Darien," Michael said. "Both out of wedlock. Both shortly before his death. One I'm still tracking; believed to be a daughter. The other was a son born to Tara Zorander. His name was Richard and you oversaw his adoption."
Verna swallowed. "The daughter I know nothing of. But yes, there is another son."
"If Darien should die, Richard would be the next Lord Rahl," Michael said. "Darien has always feared someone will usurp his position of power. He will not allow Richard to live if he discovers his existence."
"The very reason he was adopted out in the first place," Verna agreed.
"But Zorander…that's the crazy old bookseller my father was friends with," Michael said. "Richard Rahl…that's my brother, isn't it? Richard Cypher."
Verna nodded. Michael put his head in his hands.
"My father always loved him best," he said. "And now I find Richard wasn't even his son. I tried so hard to make him proud but it was always Richard he worshipped. Even my ex-fiancée, Anna, she adored Richard from afar. I've always been second best, except for where Rahl was concerned. He's made me an important part of his life. And now I've ruined that too."
Verna put one comforting hand on his shoulder. "I cannot speak for your father," she said softly, "but I'm sure he was proud of you even if he didn't show it. Nothing would have made your father happier than you working against Rahl instead of for him."
Michael sat up and shook his head. "I'm not even trying to work against him. I'm just trying to protect myself. What I need from you is proof. A copy of the adoption certificate. You got it sealed, somehow. I need it. That, or DNA profiles of Darien and Richard will be the proof of this."
Verna hesitated. "You ask for a knife," she said, "that you think will protect you but can easily be turned against you. You said it yourself; Rahl will not allow Richard to live. What do you think he will do to you for harbouring this knowledge"?
"Let me worry about that," Michael said.
*
"I gave him what he wanted," Verna said. "When you asked why Michael might have been targeted by Rahl other than for losing the book, I could only imagine that it was this."
Richard looked away a long moment. "The Tower," he said. "Everything I ever believed about my family has been a lie. To find out I'm related to Darien…to that monster!"
"You're a good man," Verna said. "I can see that in you. But don't make the mistake Michael did. Leave, Richard. My sources tell me you are with Kahlan Amnell, herself a threat to Rahl. Take her and go. Leave the country. I hear New Zealand is very nice, and Rahl has no business interests there."
"Emigrate"? Richard stood, anger flashing in his eyes. "I will not run. Rahl must be stopped. And if Michael was collecting information to use against him, then I'm more convinced than ever that the book exists. We believe it's within the science facility, and we will find a way to retrieve it."
Verna shrugged. "I can't stop you. I can only pray for your safety."
*
Kahlan held Richard to her, soothing him. Zedd was stood at the window of the motel room, angry at what he saw as his daughter's betrayal.
"This man, this tyrant, is my brother," Richard said. "His blood runs in my veins."
"This changes nothing," Kahlan said. "You share one parent, not two, nor your upbringing. You are not Darien Rahl."
"But I am Richard Rahl. It does change things." He sat up and smoothed down his rumpled hair. "We still have to stop him though."
Zedd nodded and turned to face them. He looked older, frailer, shaken by this latest revelation. "We stop him. For all we know, Darken Rahl hastened his own father's death. He must be brought to justice."
Kahlan reached over for her laptop. "Richard, there's a ray of hope. My contact is back. I told them we think the book is somewhere in the Lab and they responded they thought it unlikely but that they'd find a way to look for it."
A slim ray of hope but better than none.
PART THREE / index post / PART ONE
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Date: 2011-02-08 12:29 am (UTC)LAW SCHOOL WHUT?!The legal system was the rock and Rahl was the hard place and she was trapped between them.
SQUEEEEEE. I thought dirty things. And then I giggled. And then I went :O This sentence = MANY REACTIONS IN .05 SECONDS >_>
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Date: 2011-02-08 12:30 am (UTC)FFFFF Denna >_
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Date: 2011-02-08 01:25 pm (UTC)Yes, Cara's ahlf-enjoying herself but being mostly manipulative and awesome and 'take that, Denna!'