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doesn’t prove anything,” Maya said.
    “The police found a video made by a British woman,” Hollis said. “Apparently, she gave some kind of speech about destroying evil.”
    “Martin Greenwald sent an e-mail to me a few weeks ago,” Maya said. “He gave no indication of any problems.”
    “I didn’t know you heard from Martin,” Gabriel said with surprise, and he watched Maya’s face change. He knew instantly that she was hiding something important from them.
    “Yes, well, I did.” Trying to avoid Gabriel’s eyes, she walked over to the kitchen area.
    “What did he tell you, Maya?”
    “I made a decision. I thought it was best—”
    Gabriel stood up and took a step toward her. “Tell me what he said!”
    Maya was close to the door that led to the stairway. Gabriel wondered if she was going to run away rather than answer his questions.
    “Martin received a letter from your father,” Maya said. “He asked about the people at New Harmony.”
    For a few seconds, Gabriel felt as if the loft, the building, the city itself had vanished; he was a boy, standing in the snow, watching an owl fly in circles above the smoldering ruins of his family’s home. His father was gone, vanished forever.
    Then he blinked and returned to this moment: Hollis was furious, Vicki looked hurt, and Maya seemed defiant about her decision.
    “My father’s alive?”
    “Yes.”
    “So what happened? Where is he?”
    “I don’t know,” Maya said. “Martin was careful not to send that information over the Internet.”
    “But why didn’t you tell me—”
    Maya interrupted him, the words spilling out of her mouth. “Because I knew you’d want to go back to New Harmony and that was dangerous. I planned to return to Arizona myself once we left New York and you were at a safe house.”
    “I thought we were in this together,” Hollis said. “No secrets. Everybody on the same team.”
    As usual, Vicki stepped forward in her role as peacemaker. “I’m sure Maya realizes that she made a mistake.”
    “You think Maya is going to apologize?” Hollis asked. “We’re not Harlequins, which means— in her mind— we’re not on her level. She’s been treating us like a bunch of children.”
    “It was not a mistake!” Maya said. “All those people at New Harmony are dead. If Gabriel had been there, he would have been killed, too.”
    “I think I have the right to make my own decisions,” Gabriel said. “Now Martin is gone and we don’t have any information.”
    “You’re still alive, Gabriel. One way or the other, I’ve protected you. That’s my obligation as a Harlequin. My only responsibility.”
    Maya turned, snapped the lock open, and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
    ** CHAPTER 3
    The word zombie lingered in Nathan Boone’s mind like a whisper. It seemed out of place in the hospitality lounge of the private airport terminal near Phoenix, Arizona. The room was decorated with pastel-colored furniture and framed photographs of Hopi dancers. A cheerful young woman named Cheryl had just baked chocolate chip cookies and brewed fresh coffee for the small group of corporate passengers.
    Boone sat down at a workstation and switched on his laptop computer. Outside the terminal it was an overcast, blustery day, and the wind sock on the tarmac kept snapping back and forth. His men had already loaded sealed bins containing weapons and body armor onto the chartered jet. Once the local ground crew finished fueling the plane, Boone and his team would fly east.
    It had been easy to manipulate the police and media perception of what had happened at New Harmony. Technicians working for the Brethren had already hacked into government computers and registered a list of firearms to the names of Martin Greenwald and other members of the community. The ballistics evidence and Janet Wilkins’s video statement about messages from God convinced the authorities that New Harmony was a religious cult that had