well as Matthew has done, but I do tell him to pay attention, learn from Matthew. Matthew is so good at what he does."
"Yes, ma'am," I agreed. "Very good."
There was a crash in the den. A boy said something too soft to interpretÍž a girl giggled.
Mrs. Hayes took a deep breath. "No, no, no!"
When the giggling didn't stop, Mrs. Hayes seemed to sniff the air for a scent, then called, "Marcy and John. I know that was you. You come in here this minute."
Another crash.
Mrs. Hayes sighed. Clem the fan boy started to smile, but quickly stifled it when he caught me looking at him. I gave him a wink.
"I should go," I said. "Thanks for your hospitality, ma'am."
"I'll keep you in my prayers, Tres." And then she gave me her empty bolognaflavoured tea glass to take to the kitchen on my way out.
As I left, Mrs. Hayes was still calling from her couch for the children to behave. Clem was fanning her hair into a cowlick with his piece of cardboard.
I stepped out into the cooler summer night and said a silent prayer to Our Saviour of the Sofa Painting that my name would not be going into Mrs. Hayes' freezer.
Chapter 14
"Now tell me this wasn't worth it."
Ruby McBride set Garrett's folded wheelchair on the deck and waved her hand toward the horizon.
Garrett unclamped his arms from around my neck, transferring himself to the bench that ran around the railing. I tried not to wheeze too hard. Nothing like carrying your brother up three flights of stairs to burst your illusions of being in good shape.
Ruby's houseinprogress was a square tower, built on the slope of a hill overlooking Point Lone Star - a roughly triangular piece of land that jutted into Lake Travis.
The business part of her property was at the shoreline, about a hundred yards downhill - a wellilluminated marina, a small floating restaurant, a drivedown boat launch. She even had a warehouse for drystacking and a giant forklift with padded teeth for retrieving the boats. A glowing pier stuck into the water and Yed about ten yards out, making two rows of wet slips for yachts. There were maybe a dozen boats docked - from twentyfooters all the way up to sixtyfooters.
The lake was scored with moonlight. Lights from other palatial homes sprinkled the hills on the far shore. The Milky Way shimmered above us.
All in all, not a bad view.
"The plumbing works," Ruby announced. She waved toward a sliding glass door that led into an unfinished kitchen/breakfast area. The room was starkly lit, glowing in the night like an empty fish
tank. "So if you need the john, gentlemen, please don't whiz off my balcony."
Garrett popped his wheelchair open, shoved the Velcro cushion in, then eased himself onto it. He'd taken off his tie. The untucked flaps of his dress shirt hung from the edge of the seat like elf shoes.
Ruby produced two Shiner longnecks from an ice chest and passed them to us. The light from the empty kitchen silhouetted her hair like redhot filaments.
"Hell of a step up from a houseboat." She leaned against the railing, rested her fingertips lightly on Garrett's shoulder. "Next winter I'll be able to shoot deer from here.
I swear to God, they walk right up my driveway."
"Sportsmanlike," Garrett mumbled.
She drank from her Sprite can. "It's either shoot them or wait for them to run in front of my Miata, dear heart. The gun is more humane."
We watched a meteor streak across the western sky, fade and die.
Crickets and owls were sounding off. The air smelled of pinon smoke from the dried cedar deadfall collected and burned daily in the Hill Country.
Down below, I watched the small form of Clyde Simms emerge from the drystack warehouse, stand in a pool of light by the fork lift. He was smoking a cigarette, maybe looking up at the moon. Maybe watching us.
"We can't sell Techsan," Garrett told Ruby. "You know that."
She smiled frailly. "I know we don't have much choice."
"We can hold out. We prove the bastard sabotaged us."
Ruby looked much sadder now than she had at her exhusband's funeral.
She ran a finger along Garrett's beard. Garrett stayed stone still, as if her touch was an ice pick.
"There was a time, Tres," Ruby said, "when your brother and I actually got along.
Before Jimmy - Well, Jimmy was a sweet man. He had a talent for GUI, graphic interfaces. But Garrett is the genius. If he'd applied himself to the job ten,