He glared at her the entire time she shoved him back into his coffin.
"Tell me there's good news about Rebekah," she said when she called Klaus.
"On the contrary, it seems Kol is entirely responsible for her predicament!" he said hotly. "And he weaseled away before we could find out where she is."
"Then we'll figure out another way to locate her. Marcel let me know Cami and Elijah are on their own and the decoy baby is safely in the hospital where it belongs. Davina was kind enough to make us an active map trapping Mikael. He's still in Louisiana but not within New Orleans. Finn wasn't helpful. I think all I learned is that he does need to be put down, somehow."
"Find someone to your liking and we will have him transferred to that body. Assuming Davina will help us."
"If we ask nicely and offer a little something in return, I'm hoping yes. The witches do apparently want Vincent Griffith to be given back. Like some old sweater this family borrowed for too long."
"Handle that, then, and I will see what can be done about my sister."
In exchange for a small shopping spree, Davina was willing to prepare the body transfer spell for Finn, using a local felon Yara didn't mind keeping hostage. She snapped Finn's neck to send him in, then offered Vincent to Marcel, who was going to handle negotiations with the leader of the Tremé Coven to take Vincent back in. Once Finn was able to be compelled, Yara stopped putting him in the coffin, letting him linger in one of the rooms instead, under strict instruction he couldn't leave. 
Klaus's search for Rebekah was unsuccessful, but it didn't necessarily mean all was lost. She came to them, surprisingly.
"Hello, Nik," said an unfamiliar woman, striding in and examining the courtyard. "Yara. It's good to see you both."
Yara reached out to hug her. "Oh, Rebekah, it's you!"
"You absolutely will not believe what I've been through these last few days. It's hard for me to wrap my mind around it. For starters, I met Freya."
Klaus stared at her. "Now's not the time for jokes, Rebekah."
"It isn't a joke! That Kol, he put me in this–" she gestured to her body, "which was confined in the Dowager Fauline Cottage, an apparent asylum for shunned witches of the city. Freya was there, and she's the reason I escaped. She said to tell our brothers that she'd be coming to see us soon and that she expected nothing less than your best behavior."
Elijah could certainly manage this, as he let them know in a group call later, but Klaus didn't seem at all pleased with Freya's demands.
"What else?" Elijah prompted. "Is that all?"
"There's not much to discuss, Elijah," sighed Rebekah, who really had no more to offer about the encounter. "She said she was Freya, and then she darted off into the night."
"And you believed her?"
"Well, I met the girl in a mystical loony-bin– she could be anyone telling any lie. But, she did seem... familiar, somehow."
Klaus was frustrated, "Then how is she still alive?"
"Ask Dahlia and Esther," muttered Yara. 
"This family has an annoying predilection for cheating death. There are a ridiculous amount of possible solutions."
Rebekah whined, "I'm just telling you what she said, you're driving me mad!"
"Did you happen to ask," said Klaus, "if by some similar miracle, our aunt Dahlia lives as well?"