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Werewolves. He had to be talking about werewolves. And if what she suspected was true, it wasn't an imaginary example.
"No," she said. "You don't execute people because they might kill."
"Noble, but would everyone agree with you? After all, we're talking about a very small group. Perhaps thirty in North America. Wouldn't it just be easier to round them up and kill them, eliminate the contamination, just to be safe?"
She opened her mouth, but Karl continued. "Of course, not every supernatural is a predator. The majority are not, and wouldn't pose an obvious threat."
"Exactly my point, so - "
"Someone like a clairvoyant or medium or witch would be perfectly acceptable, as long as you don't pull religion into it?"
"Religion?"
Hope answered. "They're all considered, at least by Christianity, to be in league with the devil."
"Oh, that's - "
"Silly? Tell that to every other group that's been persecuted because there's something in the Bible that could be interpreted to mean God disapproves of them. If you had, say, demon blood, how quick would you be to announce it?"
Robyn considered that... and didn't care for the answer.
"And let's return to the original example," Hope went on. "Clairvoyants. Would you want people to know you could see what they were doing, anytime, anywhere? What would your friends think of that? Your husband or lover? Knowing you could spy on them?
"
Robyn couldn't hold Hope's gaze. Yes, she had a point. But Robyn wasn't asking her to tell the world. Just her.
Damn it, Hope, she thought, I'm your friend.
"Yes," Hope said softly. "You are my friend."
Robyn looked up sharply. Had she spoken aloud? She looked into Hope's eyes, and knew she hadn't. And she shivered. God, she didn't want to, but she couldn't help it.
"Is that something you'd want to announce to your friends?" Hope said. "Is that something you really wanted to know about me?"
Robyn opened her mouth, but couldn't form words.
"I didn't think so."
Robyn quickly realized how foolish she'd sounded saying "tell me everything." Hope gave her only what she needed to know, with no mention of werewolves or demons or witches, keeping it all in the simplest terms possible. But even so, before long Robyn was totally lost.
Apparently the guy in the photo was an executive with a corporation... a corporation that employed people like Adele and Karl and Hope, and was known in their circles as the supernatural corporate Mafia. As for what that meant, how such a company operated, why no one ever noticed? Robyn didn't ask. The concept of a "supernatural corporate Mafia" masquerading as a regular business was enough for her to assimilate.
Hope was certain that what this Irving guy wanted was Adele. Apparently, being a rare race, clairvoyants were very valuable. As employees, Robyn presumed, though by this point, if Hope said he'd wanted Adele for a ritual sacrifice, she wouldn't have blinked.
"What all this has to do with the photo, and why Adele wants it back, I don't know. It would make sense if Irving was behind Portia's death. If he was trying to hire Adele, he wouldn't want the photo splashed over the tabloids, where a rival could track her down and make a better offer."
"He'd kill for that?"
"Sure." Hope said it with absolute conviction, as if it was no more in question than whether a rival would make Adele a better offer.
That would mean this guy knew Portia told Robyn to send the picture to the tabs. Maybe he'd been tapping Portia's phone. Or maybe Adele had used her powers and seen Portia type the message. It didn't matter. Adele had killed Portia and was after Robyn, and that was what counted.
Hope and Karl also suspected that this supernatural corporation was involved in the murder investigation, through Detective Findlay.
"He's a supernatural," Hope explained. "One of my powers is that I can detect other supernaturals. I picked it up with Findlay. I confirmed that the Nasts do have employees on the police force. Homicide would be one of the key positions. It's another way to survive unnoticed, heading off exposure threats and squelching the stories."
"Like you do with True News," Robyn said. "So how did I get mixed up in all this? I seem to be the only person involved who's norm - not supernatural."
