“They all know,” Lena said again, louder. “And one of them might just help.” Lena turned and began picking her way back toward the lift.
“Come on,” she beckoned the Jedi. “I may need your protection even more now. We’re going to the Cobral Estate.”
“Really?” Qui-Gon asked. “Are you sure that’s the best plan of action?”
“Only my mother-in-law lives there now. She’s not part of the family business. Taking the risk will be worth it. It has to be.”
In the basement of the building, Lena and the Jedi climbed into a large landspeeder. Within moments they were zipping outside the city, toward the home of Lena’s mother-in-law, Zanita Cobral.
“We’ve always gotten along,” Lena explained as they skimmed the surface of the planet. “Rutin was her favorite son. He was the youngest. Losing him was devastating for her, for all of us.”
Qui-Gon had trouble focusing his attention on Lena from his seat in the rear. As he forced himself to stay present, in the back of his mind he wondered if coming on this mission had been a bad idea. It called for subtle judgments he wasn’t certain he was equipped to make. He felt as if he was moving through a fog of unclear emotions.
“Zanita may be the only person on the planet who is not under Solan’s thumb,” Lena said to Obi-Wan. “She’s the only one who can help. I just hope she wants to.”
The Cobral Estate sat on a high ridge overlooking Rian. When the large home was within sight Lena activated a transparisteel roof, which quickly covered the travelers. Then she pushed another button and the transparisteel turned a dark shade of gray.
“When we reach the gate you’ll have to duck down,” Lena said. “The Cobrals don’t like strangers.”
Qui-Gon wondered how much the Cobrals would like seeing Lena. Even though she’d said that she and her mother-in-law were on good terms, her presence might stir things up rather than settle them.
At least they had someone to remind them of Rutin. But who did Qui-Gon have to remind him of Tahl? No one had known her as he had. Fresh memories came to him every day. There was no one to share them with.
Crouched in the back and covered by his own robe, Qui-Gon felt Lena tense. He could tell it was not just apprehension about the meeting with Zanita. Something else was happening.
“That’s Solan’s speeder,” she whispered to the Jedi. “And his brother Bard’s. The whole family is here.”
Qui-Gon raised his head enough to see a number of luxury vehicles parked in the bay outside the mansion. There was no doubt that the Cobrals possessed extraordinary wealth.
“Maybe we should come back later,” Obi-Wan suggested gently from the front seat.
“No. I don’t have time,” Lena said with her familiar resolve. “We’ll sneak in, and I’ll find a way to get Zanita alone. Or maybe I’ll find what I need on my own and we won’t need her help after all. We might be able to get additional information. Having several of the Cobrals present could turn out to be a good thing. “
Or a deadly one, Qui-Gon thought.
Lena parked her speeder at the far end of the row, next to a metal statue.
“We can get in through the galley,” she said, motioning with her head toward a small entrance.
Qui-Gon watched as Lena and Obi-Wan moved silently into position by the galley door. Moments later a cooking servant emerged. He did not notice as Lena slipped her foot into the door, preventing it from closing. When the servant rounded the edge of the building, Qui-Gon slipped into the galley after Lena and Obi-Wan.
The entrance had been too easy.
The cooking quarters were vast, with rows of gleaming countertops and food storage units. Servants bustled about, busily preparing a large meal.
Lena waited until most of the servants had their backs to the door, then pulled up her hood and walked through the quarters. She carried herself with such authority that nobody bothered to ask who she was or where she was going.
Soon after entering a spectacularly long hallway covered in lush, thick carpet, she ducked into a small room and pulled Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in after her. The room held several holoscreens.
“This used to be a guard station,” Lena explained. “But when her husband died Zanita didn’t think she needed as much protection, so it’s no longer used.”
Qui-Gon felt slightly relieved. At least there was an explanation for the easy entrance.
Lena adjusted one of the holoscreens until it showed a large dining room filled with people.
“It’s Bard’s birthday,” Lena said with relief. A large Fregan birth celebration banner lay across the dining table. “I should have remembered.”