The Secret of Ka by Christopher Pike

Author:Christopher Pike
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fiction, Parents, Middle East, Monsters, Careers, Dating & Sex, Business, Science Fiction, Identity, Social Issues, Magic, Action & Adventure - General, Juvenile Fiction, Family - Parents, Fantasy & Magic, People & Places, Carpets, Genies, Action & Adventure, Family, Occupations, Children: Young Adult (Gr. 7-9), Arabs, General, Fantasy, Visionary & Metaphysical, Children's Books - Young Adult Fiction
ISBN: 9780547342474
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Published: 2010-09-13T05:10:34.363946+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

LOVA was waiting in the back seat of the taxi, her eyes closed. The driver asked for directions. “Downtown, the Klou District,” I told him, before turning to Lova. “Do you know when another djinn’s nearby?” she considered. “You want me to help you find Darbar.”

“Yes.”

“Make a wish and I’ll find him for you.”

“Gimme a break. You find him and I might make a wish.”

Lova hesitated. “I can sense if he’s near.” I pointed to a building down the block. “Can you sense if he’s that far away?” I asked.

“Yes. Farther.”

“Good. Keep your antenna turned on. I’ll need it soon.”

“Don’t you want to keep me hidden from him?” she asked. I saw her point. She thought I wanted her to kill Darbar. If that was the case, naturally, I would not want to advertise her presence. It annoyed me that my djinn had thought of something I should have.

“Can you sense him without his sensing you?” I asked. She nodded. “My lineage is older, more powerful. But you cannot bring me near your friend if Darbar is with him.”

“Darbar will sense you through my friend?”

“It is possible.”

“All right. If we find my friend, you can hang out in a music store.” I paused. “Do djinn listen to music?”

“Our music was old when humans were still living in trees.”

Again, with one remark, Lova had give me an insight into djinn culture. It was a pity the situation with Amesh was so pressing. I would have loved to sit and question her at length about the djinn.

While we circled the Klou District and searched for Amesh,

Lova sat with her eyes shut. She was not resting, she assured me. She was trying to sense Darbar. Mr. Demir had not exaggerated. The Klou District was an endless array of shops. Of course, many were not proper stores, but more like displays at a swap meet. They were temporary affairs, erected fresh each morning. The bulk of their goods appeared handcrafted. Personally, I liked their merchandise the most. I didn’t have a photograph of Amesh. I couldn’t go from store to store and ask if anyone had seen him. It was probably just as well—that would have been reckless. I hoped that mr. Demir was smart enough not to do the same thing. He was obviously frantic. He knew there was something wrong with his Amesh besides the trea sure. Mira had sensed it, too—that was why she had been so scared.

After hours of circling, Lova told me she did not sense Darbar in the area. By then it was two in the afternoon, and I was hungry. The thought of food reminded me of how much Amesh had loved the steak in my hotel room. It occurred to me that if he were hungry—and rich—he would probably buy the same steak again. He would want to go to a Hilton! But not my Hilton because he would be afraid of running into me.

“Do you know of a Hilton that’s not at the beach?” I asked our driver.

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