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THE ORIGINAL CABAL
After Morton was gone, I heard Savannah say good-bye to Elena. She wasn't even out of the bedroom when the phone rang again. It rang once, then Savannah's animated voice floated down the hallway. Hearing only the lilt in her tone, and none of the conversation, I knew who was calling.
"No way," she said as she walked into the kitchen, phone to her ear. "Yeah, right. Like we'd need you." She snorted. "Oh, sure. You can, like, incinerate them. Dream on."
She paused, listening, then stifled a giggle. There was only one person Savannah giggled for, though she'd sooner die than admit it--and would probably kill anyone who had the nerve to mention it.
"It's for you," she said, holding out the phone. "Adam. He thinks he's going to help us. As if."
"Hello," I said.
"It's about time. Do you know how many times I've called there since this afternoon? Dad gave up hours ago. Either it's busy or we get your machine. Where have you been?"
"You don't want to know."
"I bet I can guess. My mom was watching the satellite news earlier, some show from out there, and guess whose picture she saw?"
"Mine. Lemme guess. It said I was a Satanist, right?"
"Hell, no. It said you were a witch. You're a Satanist now, too? Cool. If you see the big guy, can you ask him to pass along a message for my father? Tell him he's way behind in his child support payments."
" Ha-ha."
"So what's going--" Adam stopped and sighed. "You'll have to tell me later. Dad's here, tapping his foot and making faces. You'd better talk to him. Then get back to me, okay?"
The phone crackled as Adam passed it to Robert.
"Paige." Robert's warm voice rushed down the line. "You should have tracked me down at the conference. This sounds absolutely horrible."
"You don't know the half of it," I said, heading back into my room.
"Tell me then."
I did.
"How can I help?" he asked when I finished.
I could have cried. I feel foolish admitting it, but those four words meant so much.
"The stuff on Leah is great," I said. "But I also need some information on Cabals." I hesitated, almost afraid to go on. "Have you heard of the Cortez Cabal?"
"Certainly." He paused. "Is that who's after Savannah?"
"No."
"I'm glad to hear that. The Cortezes are the most dangerous of a dangerous lot. The original Cabal."
"The first one, you mean?"
"Yes. Hold on. I'm in my study. Let me pull up the file." A stream of keystroke clicks followed, then, "Here it is. The Cortez Cabal was founded during the Spanish Inquisition. They precipitated the Break."
My breath caught. "The break between witches and sorcerers. They were the ones who handed us over."
"Exactly. After doing so, the Cortez family formed a group originally based on the witch concept of a coven, though it quickly took on an entirely different focus. The name 'cabal' came later, after they relocated to the New World. It's a play on words, a mingling of truth and irony. You know what the word means, I assume."
"A secret society formed to conspire against something, usually the government."
"That's the joke, of course. A joke at the expense of the Illuminati myth. The only thing a sorcerer Cabal conspires to do is make money. The name also derives from 'cabala,' linking it to sorcery and mysticism. Finally, there's the allusion to 'caballero,' meaning a Spanish gentleman, which, of course, they were."
