“Who the hell are you to make demands of us?” the thick-shouldered woman said.

“Sherrie!” Daria snapped, standing back a step from the woman and wagging a finger at her like a mother scolding a child. “I told you to be gentle with her. So be gentle.”

It was a ridiculous sight. Daria was small and slight and young; a girl play-acting at being adult. Sherrie looked like she’d be at home in a street fight. But when Daria spoke, Sherrie looked abashed.

“I’m not trying to hold things up,” I said. “It’s just that we aren’t all going into this with the same exact agenda, and I don’t want things to get weird. The exorcist that Carrefour’s using doesn’t know he’s working for a rider. He thinks he’s saving Sabine. So when we get in there, don’t hurt him. He’s not the bad guy.”

There was a silent motion in the group. I couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad one. I felt like I was standing on the high-dive board, looking down at an empty pool. But I had to keep going.

“And,” I said, “the horse? The one Carrefour’s riding? Her name’s Karen. She didn’t pick any of this either.”

The voice of the crowd was easier to interpret this time, low and unhappy. Angry. I felt Aubrey and Chogyi Jake step in toward me, closing ranks. Dr. Inondé looked embarrassed on my behalf.

“You want to go into a fight but just don’t hurt anybody,” Sherrie said.

“I just want to try and do the right thing,” I said. “We have to do what we have to do, but if there’s a chance… if there’s a way to keep Karen alive, we should. This isn’t her fault.”

“And if we don’t promise, you’re going to let Legba be cast down and Sabine die,” Sherrie said.

“No. If you won’t, then we’ll try to stop Carrefour without you,” I said. “It’s just not as likely that it’ll go well.”

“Then I guess we promise,” Sherrie said, raising an eyebrow.

A police car driving past the square slowed but didn’t turn on its flashing lights. It wasn’t every night someone set off a car bomb in the French Quarter. Thirty angry-looking people standing around Jackson Square at two in the morning was only going make the authorities jumpier. I didn’t think taking everyone back to my hotel was going to work either.

“Okay, look,” I said. “I’ve got a car over at my hotel like five minutes from here. The place Carrefour took Sabine is out in Pearl River, but it’s a little hard to find. Can you guys grab your cars and follow me out?”

“We’ll be there,” Sherrie said.

“I’m coming too,” Daria said.

I said, “No, you aren’t,” at the same moment Sherrie said, “Like hell you are.”

“She’s my sister,” Daria said to both of us. “You can’t keep me from coming.”

“Sweetheart,” Sherrie said. “Your grandma would come back from the dead to kick my ass if I took her baby granddaughter into a fight. And if you believe I can’t keep you from coming, you don’t know me as well as you think.”

“I’ll take care of her,” Dr. Inondé said. “We’ll stay at the shop. Doris likes her.”

“Doris doesn’t like anything,” Daria said, outraged. “She’s a snake.”

I nodded to Sherrie, then Aubrey, Chogyi Jake, and I all started back toward the hotel. I noticed I was breathing hard; adrenaline burning off through my lungs.

“How long have we got?” I asked.

“If the rider in Sabine is as intractable as Marinette,” Chogyi Jake said. “An hour. Maybe less.”

“If we’re too late, I think those people may kill us,” Aubrey said.

“I had that feeling too,” I said.

The drive out to the safe house had never seemed longer. Fog pressed in at the car windows, the murmur of the tires against the pavement hissing like a constant, breathless voice just too low to comprehend, and behind us, a string of headlights. The rider cult, following close. With each mile we covered, my stomach knotted more tightly until I was skating along the edge of nausea.

I was pretty sure that somewhere along the line I’d intended to be careful, to plan, to think things through rather than rushing headlong into unknown danger. And here we were, Aubrey leaning over the steering wheel as he broke the speed limits, Chogyi Jake in the backseat in deep meditation that I recognized as a preparation for battle, and me sitting powerless in the passenger’s seat squinting ahead at the darkness or backward into the light. I didn’t know what we would find at the safe house. The new Legba might already be eaten, Sabine and Ex already dead. Or Carrefour might be waiting for us. Karen could be in the trees with a sniper rifle, prepared to pick us off as we drove up the street.

She might not even be there.

“Jayné?” Aubrey said. “You okay?

“Fine. Why?”

“You keep saying shit shit shit shit under your breath,” he said. “I didn’t figure it was a good sign.”

“Copro-vocal meditation,” Chogyi Jake said from the backseat, his voice calm and amused. “I’m doing the same thing, only on the inside.”

I laughed a little, and in the mirrors, I saw Chogyi Jake, his eyes closed, smile too. I loved him just then. Not like a man, but just as himself. And Aubrey too. And even Ex, asshole that he sometimes was. It was the moment of clarity that put all the rest of it in perspective.

“I shouldn’t have let him split up the family,” I said. “I should never have put up with that.”

Aubrey glanced a question at me, then looked back at the road.

“Ex,” I said. “Fucking Ex. Well, and Carrefour. I should never have let them split us up. I mean this thing that we’re doing? This is not the sign that I did things right.”

“But we have to do it,” Aubrey said.

“Yeah,” I said. “Because of Ex.”

“Would you turn away otherwise?” Chogyi Jake asked. He sounded deep and calm as a temple bell. “If Ex had been with us in Savannah, and you had the same epiphany, would you have turned away?”

“Yes,” I said. “Oh hell yes. You wouldn’t have gotten me back here for anything.”

“Interesting,” Chogyi Jake said.

“It’s not that I don’t like Sabine,” I said. “She’s nice. She’s out of her league, and I totally respect that. But there are a lot of nice people in trouble out there, you know? I’m not even keeping this one from being possessed.”

“And Legba?” Chogyi Jake said.

His tone of voice carried volumes. Legba, the shining serpent that made its way through the blood of Marie Laveau down through the generations. The rider that would keep Sabine and Daria from only being orphaned black girls in a dangerous, broken city. The demon that would not leave New Orleans even in the face of the city’s inundation. Legba the mutualist, the builder of community.

And so, by implication, Carrefour who had raped and slaughtered Mfume’s fiancée and Karen Black’s partner and parents. Carrefour who had lied to me, seduced me as much as it had Ex. Carrefour who had bombed Amelie Glapion and whoever else had happened to be in the street at the time. Carrefour, the serial killer. The exile.

Did I really think there was no difference between the two? Or was it just that the difference wouldn’t have been big enough to justify the risk of coming back?

I wondered what Eric would have done. I didn’t know anything about his relationship with Karen Black except what she’d told me. There might not have been the consultations she’d told me about. The favors owed and paid. All I knew for certain was that he’d had her number in his cell phone, and that when she called, she’d assumed he would know what she was talking about.

“I think I preferred the muttering obscenities,” Aubrey said.

“Sorry,” I said. “I was just thinking.”

“Yeah, I got that from the way I could hear the gears grinding in your head.”

“Maybe I would have come back. For Sabine,” I said, and we ran out of lake. We’d reached Pearl River.

The road to the safe house was empty, and we took it very slowly, turning our headlights off. The cars behind us-eight of them-followed our lead. We glided through the night in the glow of running lights, slow as a funeral. If we actually drove up to the house, they’d hear us for sure. I didn’t know if it made more sense to try sneaking up on Karen and Ex or going for the full frontal assault. Except I really did want Ex to live through it, and Karen too if I could manage it. All-out assaults tended, I guessed, to have more of a body count. I weighed my options and a shadow detached itself from the trees and loped toward the car.