It wouldn’t.
His head aching, Qui-Gon opened his eyes. It was always the same. He felt the incredible fullness of the pain, and then endless hollowness. The grief never actually left. It emptied him, but it would not leave him alone.
7
Obi-Wan was silent as the landspeeder traveled through the city. He could sense his Master’s melancholy mood, and Lena was attentive only to driving. She navigated skillfully through the city, and Obi-Wan was yet again impressed by her composure. Less than half an hour ago they had nearly been killed. Yet she seemed to have wiped the memory away as easily as one wipes a crumb from a table.
Obi-Wan had assumed that they were going back to Lena’s warehouse hideout. Instead she turned off toward her ransacked apartment after making sure they were not being followed. Obi-Wan considered inquiring about this, but thought better of it. He guessed that Lena was being silent for a reason.
Lena parked the landspeeder several hundred meters away from her building. They approached carefully, and found only one guard outside the turbolift. He was dozing off. Moving quickly past him, they entered the turbolift and were whisked to the top floor. Once inside her flat, Lena moved through room after room at a rapid pace, the Jedi at her heels.
Qui-Gon did not say anything, but followed with assurance. Obi-Wan felt a moment of frustration as he realized that his Master was not experiencing the same confusion he was. Even in his depressed state he seemed to know exactly what was going on.
It took a bit of effort for Obi-Wan to keep up with the two people in front of him. Lena led them out the secret exit they had used before, then down flight after flight of stairs. She did not slow her pace when they reached the alley. She simply hurried down several blocks, turning this way and that. Finally she hailed an air taxi and they all climbed inside.
Relieved not to be chasing after Lena and his Master, Obi-Wan sat back against the seat. “Were we being followed?” he asked. It was the logical reason for Lena’s actions.
“Not that I know of,” Lena said in a strange tone. She sounded almost giddy, as if the idea were amusing. “Zanita is really a wonderful woman. I’m lucky to know her.”
Obi-Wan thought it was strange that Lena was speaking about her mother-in-law as if they were acquaintances and not family. But once again he kept quiet. What did he know about families, anyway?
Lena told the taxi driver to let them off several blocks from the warehouse. Once they were walking again, she relaxed a little. A moment later she reached out and touched Obi-Wan’s arm.
“Sorry about that,” she said, looking into his eyes. Obi-Wan tried to ignore the way he felt when she gazed at him.
“I couldn’t talk in the taxi because of the sky drivers’ collective,” she explained. “They are Cobral supporters. And as for Zanita’s vehicle, well, let’s just say that it has plenty of added surveillance equipment that even Zanita might not know about.”
Obi-Wan nodded, and Lena turned and kept walking. She spoke quietly, but loud enough for both Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon to hear.
“That statue falling was no accident. I’m sure the base is completely secure, no matter what Juno says. There are several traps on the property—the Cobrals call it security. They say they have to protect what’s theirs.”
“Who do you think triggered it?” Qui-Gon asked, speaking for the first time since they’d left the Cobral property.
“I don’t know,” Lena replied. “The Cobrals have many allies—paid and unpaid. Although Juno is Zanita’s servant, he works for Solan first. I’m sure he would be handsomely rewarded if he succeeded in killing me.”
The group’s mood was contemplative as they navigated the streets and arrived back at the warehouse.
Inside, Mica was pacing the living space. A medium-size package lay on a low table.
“This arrived while you were out,” Mica said. She picked up the package and thrust it into her cousin’s hands. She seemed slightly agitated.
Lena took the package and turned it over. It was covered in a thin gray wrapping material. There was nothing written on the material other than her name in block letters: LENA COBRAL.
8
“Rutin,” Lena said, gazing down at the package. She ran her fingers over her name. “This is Rutin’s handwriting,” she explained, looking up at the Jedi. “I’d recognize it anywhere.”
Qui-Gon looked down at the package, feeling quite certain that it was some sort of trap. Rutin was dead, was he not?
“I’d like to have a look at that,” he said, stepping forward. “I want to make sure it is not dangerous before you open it.”
Lena frowned. “Rutin would never put me in danger,” she said adamantly.
Qui-Gon raised an eyebrow. From what he could gather, Rutin had put her in significant danger. But he saw no point in reminding Lena of that now.
“It could be a trap,” Qui-Gon said plainly. Lena scowled slightly at Qui-Gon. Perhaps, Qui-Gon mused, she felt he was stealing her last gift from Rutin But she gave Qui-Gon the package.
Closing his eyes, Qui-Gon held the package for several moments. When he opened them again, he returned the package to Lena.
“I do not sense anything immediately grave,” he said. But he was not convinced that the package was from Rutin, or that it would help them gain evidence against the Cobral. He was not convinced of anything.
Lena set the box on the table and opened it with a small pocket blade before removing the wrapping. Then she began to empty its contents and set them on the table: a pair of black boots, a small vial of dirt… Lena’s face fell as she looked over the contents of the box. “This doesn’t make sense,” she murmured.
“I think I’ll go make us all something to eat,” Mica said, excusing herself.
“Good idea, Mica,” Lena said. “I’m starved.”
Qui-Gon sat down next to Lena as soon as Mica left the room. He was unclear about the motives of both women, but felt he might be able to get some answers if he addressed them individually.
“Have you had any visitors to the warehouse?” he asked, not wasting any time.
Lena turned her attention away from the package and shook her head. “No, why?”
Instead of answering, Qui-Gon asked another question. “Have you received mysterious packages before today?”
Lena shook her head again. “No, of course not. I would have told you about them.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” Qui-Gon said, not entirely sure that he believed her.
The next question was perhaps the most important. “Is Mica the only one who knows about this place?” he asked quietly.
Lena looked up quickly. She was frowning.
“I think I’ll go see if Mica needs any help with the food,” Obi-Wan said abruptly.
Qui-Gon gave a brief nod to his Padawan, indicating that he thought it was a good idea. But he did not take his eyes off Lena’s face.
Still frowning, Lena got to her feet. “Yes, Mica is the only other person besides you and Obi-Wan who knows about this apartment,” she said flatly. She turned to face Qui-Gon again, her hands on her hips. “But do not question my cousin’s loyalty. Mica and I grew up together. We are like sisters. And she is not in league with the Cobrals.”
Lena crossed the room, then let out a sigh and came back to sit next to Qui-Gon. “I don’t even like to discuss the Cobrals in front of Mica,” she said slowly. “As a very young girl she witnessed the murder of her mother, and the memory is still excruciatingly painful.”
“The Cobrals were responsible for her mother’s death?” Qui-Gon asked, slightly surprised.
Lena nodded sadly. “They killed her in cold blood. Mica was only seven and she saw the whole thing. It was a huge loss, and perhaps an even bigger trauma. She has never gotten over it.”