He makes a face that it’s not possible.
Santosh closes her eyes in concentration. “I see a home, not like yours, large and strange, but warm and quiet. Maybe in the woods, or no…but not in a city. That matters to him. He spends a lot of time there.”
Luke’s staring at me to see if it rings a bell.
I nod, “That could be Ben.”
“He has a good heart, which is why I can feel that disconnect. It’s troubled. He’s searching for something. Hasn’t found it yet. We all have that to a degree, but his is more intense.”
I stand up with sarcasm. “Okay, well, that’s great news.”
Luke chuckles, knowing we’re done here. “It was nice meeting you, Santosh. How much do we owe you?”
“I’m donation only, however…” she trails off and we wait for her to find the words. “This club that you’re in, what do you do in it? I feel I’m supposed to know.”
“Oh, are you?” He laughs and hooks his thumbs in his pockets.
I don’t like what she said about my cousin Ben…if it was about him. I’m super protective of my family. They’re good people, and he’s one of those I’m closest to since we’re less than a year apart. Our parents are the only ones of the Cocker Brothers who only had one child. It’s bonded Ben and I all through our youth, us being on the outside a little. Spent a lot of time at his ranch since our fathers are so close, too. Maybe that bond has Santosh seeing him and his marriage through me.
Since she seems like the real deal, I’m curious to know what she sees about the Ciphers. “Why do you want to know about our club?”
“Soph.”
“No, Luke, let her talk.”
She frowns, hesitating. “Do you help people or hurt people?”
“Both.”
She peers at me and stands up, too. “I have someone who needs help. Am I right in telling you that?”
“Maybe.”
“Excuse me a minute.” Santosh disappears behind a curtain in the back of her shop and returns a moment later with a framed photograph. “This is my son.”
I take it from her and Luke steps closer to see the picture of a young man’s high school yearbook photo. Blue eyes are saying he hates every second of this photo session, and probably school, too. He’s got an edge to him, even with his pretty boy looks.
“He’s twenty-seven now. Struggling.” She sighs and corrects herself, “No, he’s lost. I haven’t been able to get through to him. He’s a good boy, good heart, but doesn’t conform to society’s rules. I was thinking…no, I had a feeling that he might fit in with your club.”
Luke’s eyebrows shoot up. “I didn’t see that coming.”
“Me neither,” I mutter, staring at the image. “But we’re not the psychics. Is your feeling tellin’ you we’re good or bad, Santosh?”
“Good, or else I wouldn’t suggest this for my only child, would I?” It’s the first time she’s impatient, and I can respect that. This crazy proposition coming out of nowhere makes me believe she really is ‘gifted,’ and that just has me more worried for Ben.
Handing the photo back to her I ask, “Does he live in town?”
“He does.”
Luke and I turn toward each other as he says what I’m thinking. “Haven’t brought someone in from the outside since before I was born.”
“The other houses have.”
“Yeah, but not us.”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t look into this.”
“We’ll look into it,” he mutters as if that’s obvious. “I’m just not sure what we’re looking for.”
“I think we’ll know when we see it.” Meeting Santosh’s watchful gaze I ask, “What has he been up to?”
“Trouble. Can’t keep a job for long because he hates authority. The best one he had was in construction. Sean’s good with his hands, but there isn’t much building going on here with the recent law to keep things as they are. We don’t want to expand. Quaint and private is what people come to Sedona for. My son has an itch to get into trouble but I’ve raised a good man. Recently he’s been in quite a few bar fights, sent someone to the hospital, but this is a small town so people talk to me. The fights have been for good reasons. He’s defended people, and I’m proud of him for standing up to those people, but it can’t go on. People are getting nervous.” She’s wringing her hands, realizes it, and drops them. “Does that sound interesting to you? I had a feeling I needed to bring it up, but I won’t lie and say I’m not nervous about doing so.”
Luke shoots me a grin, “Sean doesn’t sound like us at all.”
“Nah, we’re pretty sedate.”
He side-eyeballs her, smile fading. “We take down the abusers, fight for the victims who can’t fight for themselves. Travel all over the states, sometimes Canada, sometimes Mexico. But there’s more than enough here to keep our club busy, usually.”
I cross my arms, eyes rolling. “Been a little slow lately. We should branch out.”
Santosh gazes at me. “Maybe you were meant to come here and help my son.” To Luke she asks, “How do you hear about these people you help?”
“Gratitude.” he explains without emotion. “They spread the word to others. All under the radar if you know what I mean.”
I add, “They want us to keep doing what we do, so they don’t tell, understand?”
She nods. “I’ve never met you.” Turning for her hutch, she opens a drawer and pulls out a piece of paper and a pen, scribbles on it and hands it to me. “This is our address. He’s recently moved back home. He’ll be there today.”
I hand it to Luke. “Map this.”
“Got it.”
“Nice to have never met you, Santosh,” I smile, dipping my head. “Maybe we’ll never meet you again soon.”
Her eyes are weary, the sign of a mother hoping for the best. “God speed.”
Chapter 26
LUKE
At Santosh’s home, Sofia Sol and I stand on a burgundy welcome mat and use the moon-shaped door-knocker to announce us. We went back to the hotel and got our Ciphers jackets, thought it was the best way to introduce ourselves without having to work too hard to do it.
She takes a step back, letting me lead. My shoulders square off, subconsciously appreciating her trust and readying myself for whatever this guy is going to be like. The sound of heavy footsteps makes me glance to her, share a look that he’s on his way. She drops her hands, nodding that she’s ready, too.
A deadbolt clicks into submission and a well-built, older version of the photograph we saw, peers at us. There’s no lame smile today though. Blue eyes dart and narrow, his light brown hair messy and dirty. Not stinky dirt, just the kind of grease from not showering today. He’s in jeans, sneakers, and a black t-shirt.
We’ve got large patches on our backs that read ‘The Ciphers,’ and smaller ones ride our left biceps with a simple, matching C. From the glimpse of those he gathers we aren’t from around here.
“Who’re you?” he demands, not afraid.
There’s fight or flight.
This guy is the good kind.
“Your mother sent us.”
“Bullshit,” he mutters, about to close the door.
I put my boot on the doorjamb and block it. “Ask her. I’ll let this close and you can lock the door and go call her.”
“I don’t need to lock the door,” he grumbles, eyeing us. But he does shut it.
Soph says, “Interesting.”
“Yup,” I nod, holding her look. She keeps eye contact and for a second I forget about everything except her. Clearing my throat I force myself back to the door, don’t want to lose focus. We’re in uncharted territory, improvising as we go along. Our training didn’t include interviews of unwilling Cipher applicants.
Sean returns, light brown eyebrows tight. He eyes us in silence and opens the door. I walk in and give room for Sofia to enter the house behind me, putting me between her and him. He notes this and flicks a glance to her as she strolls in scanning the h
ouse.
“Go on ahead,” I say to him.
He’s curious now. Knows there’s a routine we have, that this entrance into a stranger’s home isn’t our first. So he walks ahead based only on the fact that his mother confirmed her approval of this visit. If we didn’t have that sanction, I know he’d fight me on this, because he keeps looking over his shoulder at me.
Good.
That’s the kind of caution he needs.
Shows he’s street smart.
Takes too long to teach something like that.
And the lessons would be painful.
The three of us arrive in a cozy living room with the kind of furniture you’d expect from a psychic who’s also a mother. Lots of light, overstuffed furniture, scarves over lampshades, framed photos of Sean growing up, some with her in them.
Four black cats lounge on a bench inside a bay window, enjoying the warm sun. Soph walks over and pets one. “Hello, darkness my old friend,” she whispers, quoting the old Simon and Garfunkel song that Melodi and Fuse love so much.
“Your mom tells us you’re looking for something you haven’t found yet,” I begin, standing across from him.
His back is to the red couch that separates the room. Behind him is a video game on pause. “Maybe.”
“You like shooting things?” I jog my chin to the screen.
“I’m not going to blow up anything if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, but do you want to, if it was for a good cause?”
His eyebrows twitch, but his guard stays put. “Read the patch when your girlfriend walked in. Ciphers, what’s that mean?”
We don’t correct him on the girlfriend thing—it’s not important now. Besides, people don’t get all the details until they’ve earned them.
“A way of changing a message to keep it secret,” Sofia says, walking to us.
He nods, crossing his arms. “You’re not so secret wearing that patch.”
“It sends a message,” she smirks.
“What we do is secret,” I tell him, scanning his muscles because they’re not indicative of a guy who sits on the couch all day long. “Where do you train?”
His chin motions to out back. “Here, on my own. Weights. Why?”
“Any martial arts?”
“No. But I’m interested. Go on.”
I explain in basic terms what we do, basic breakdown that he needs to know, repeating what I told his unusual mother. Sean has the same concentration she has, keen and unflinching until I finish.
He drops his hands and runs a hand through his hair, “Wow.”
Sofia and I exchange a look, and she offers, “Nobody’s joined our house in almost thirty years, when Luke’s mother married his father and he brought her home.”
“You’re Luke?”
“Yeah, and this is Sofia Sol.”
“Hi,” she smiles, tipping her chin up. “Pleasure.”
Sean blinks from her to me. “And they don’t know you’re asking me to join.”
“We’re not asking, we’re considering you. You’d have to meet our President—he’s the judge. And the others will have to vote on it. Including us.”
Soph nods like that’s probably how it would go down. “There’d be some tests. We’d have to see how you stood up under stress, but so far so good on that front, which is why this conversation has gotten as far as it has.”
“How do you mean?” he asks.
“We’ve been watching how you’re handling yourself with us.” She flicks a glance to me. “Luke and I are skilled at reading strangers in tense situations. This is tense.”
“No doubt,” he mutters.
She goes on to say, “There’s one crucial part of being a Cipher, Sean. You have to be trustworthy. We’re not perfect. We’re a bunch of animals, if we’re honest. But we’ve got rules, and we’ve got each other’s backs no matter what in any situation. It’s the club before the world, you understand? In the types of jobs we do, there’s no other way.”
I take over, explaining with gravity, “You’d be trained. You’d live with us. You’d leave your old life behind.”
“What about my mother?”
“She can visit, you can visit her. Sofia and I talked about that on the way over. She’s trustworthy. We just have to make sure she passed that down to you.”
“She did,” he firmly says, shoulders pushing back as he hooks his thumbs in his jeans pockets.
Sofia adds, “And you’ll have to lose the sneakers. They’re hideous.”
He glances down and the first smile he’s given us appears. It’s nothing like the one in his high school photo. “I could live with that. You guys want a beer or something?”
Sofia looks at me and I wait for her to decide. With an exhale she tells him, “Hate to say this, but we don’t want to get close to you and then find out the club says no. Our President will make the call, and we’ll wait to get casual when it’s a go.”
He frowns, obviously hoping it works out. “Sure, I get it.”
We start to walk away as I tell him, “We’ll leave you to your day, then. Why don’t you skip that game and see if you can’t find some training videos online. Muay Thai. Krav Maga. Focus on hand-to-hand combat. Watch and learn.”
“I can throw a punch.”
Pausing at the door, I open it for Soph. She steps onto the welcome mat as I smirk at him, “But can you get out of a choke hold from a guy who just murdered someone and will do anything to survive? Evasive tactics. Front, side and back kicks, watch them. Learn. Get a head start if you want to impress us.”
He nods, “I’m on it.”
“Get his number,” she reminds me.
“Oh yeah, here.” Digging my phone out I unlock the screen and hand it over. “Someone will call you. The password will be…Tickles.”
“No, you did not just say that,” Sofia mutters.
Grinning, I watch him enter the phone number as he eyes me from under his brow to see if I’m joking.
“Oh, I did. The guy likes cats.”
“Your cat’s name is Tickles?” he frowns.
“You got a problem with that?”
A grin spreads as he shakes his head and hands my phone back. “Not at all.”
As she and I walk down the slender cement path for the sidewalk, the deadbolt clicks behind us. She waits until we’re out of hearing distance to say, “I like him.”
“Me too. Good idea not to drink with him just yet.”
“Can’t wait for Dad to call and be forced to say that password.”
I rake a hand through my hair, glance to the clear sky. “Got to let me have my fun after they kicked me out for something I didn’t do.”
She grabs my arm and we stop walking. “I’m sorry.” The sunshine pales her grey eyes to the point that they don’t seem real. Stepping closer to me, she searches my face. “I wish I’d…”
“Don’t Soph, stop.”
“I know, it’s just…” she bites her lip and my gaze drops to stare at the tender flesh twisting. I want to taste her. I’m not willing to risk it. I’ve been enjoying her company too much. Don’t want anything to fuck that up. Hated being alone out here, but more than that I hated being away from Soph. I’m crazy about her and I don’t know what to do about that.
And besides, she was with Atlas.
Turning on my heel, I continue back to the center of town.
Sofia hesitates and joins me, both of us staring ahead.
Chapter 27
SOFIA
Knocking on Luke’s door a couple of mornings later, I tap my boot on the hotel carpet and wait, stomach fluttering as it flies open. He peers at me in what he wore at breakfast just an hour ago—an army-green t-shirt and jeans, boots off now.
“Nice socks you got there,” I smile to ease my nerves and keep things light.
He glances to the holes his big toes are pushing through. “They always wear out, my feet are so big.” Meeting my gaze he asks, “What’s up? Heard something?”
I’m still thinking about his big feet as I stammer, “I’m going to call my dad soon. Thought you’d want to listen.”
He sucks on his lips and shoves his hands in his pockets, not inviting me in. “Sure.”
“On a hike.”
“A what?”
Pointing my chin at the red mountains out the far hallway window, I shrug, “Sherry said there’s good hiking. People camp, stuff like that. We’re getting some fresh air today.”
Flashing those perfect teeth, the ones Sage always envied before hers were straightened, he laughs, “Oh we are, are we?”
“Get your boots on, buddy, time to go!” I grin back, relieved he’s acting playfully.
He hesitates on a decision, then walks inside as I lean on the door to hold it, watching him dip down to pick his boots up off the carpet, giving me a tantalizing view of his ass, the jeans snug in the reach. “Never saw you as much of a tree hugger,” he mutters.
“Did I say we were going to hug trees?”
Yanking the zipper up on each boot he challenges me, “I’ll pay you cash money if you do it and let me take a picture.”
“How much?”
Pursing his lips in thought, he snatches the plastic key from his dresser. “Hundred bucks.”
“Ooooo, steep! You’re on.” As we head down the hall I ask, “What’re you going to do with the photo?”
“Post it to the porn sites.” Off my look he adds, “You know, Sunset magazine, all those nature ones that’ll cream themselves over you hugging a Cypress.”
“Do they have Cypresses here?”
“Who the fuck knows? Wouldn’t be able to identify any tree but pine, since they’re Christmas trees. Oh, and fir. Same reason.”
I watch him hit the elevator button for the lobby, fingernails clean for the first time in a while, days without bike repair or maintenance work.
“You’d know a weeping willow, like the one we parked under.”
He chews on his cheek. “Yeah, and I just thought of the oaks at our home. Okay, I know more trees than I think,” he smiles.
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