The Devil Went Down to Austin - By Rick Riordan Page 0,69
triggered.
Then I looked down toward the water.
Docked at Jimmy's pier was a white and red Supra Conbrio - a twoseater racing boat, sleek and fast, a midlife crisis killer.
Ruby McBride was sitting on the pier, her back to the shore.
I thought for a few heartbeats, then went inside the dome and pulled two beers from the fridge. Robert Johnson circled my feet, sniffing, murring. He seemed to approve of my visit to Miata the Doberman. I took my two beers outside and made my way down to the water.
Ruby didn't turn when I walked up. She was sitting crosslegged, and in her lap was one of Jimmy's unfired pots - a large eggshaped vase Ruby must've pulled from the storage shelf by the new kiln.
"We need to coordinate our plans better," I told her.
She glanced up, squinting into the sunlight. "How's that?"
"I just came from your place."
"I suppose I should've expected that."
Her tennis shoes were wet, her cotton pants rolled up midcalf. She wore a onepiece bathing suit for a top, her bare back a tan expanse of freckles.
"Well," she said. "Despite our best efforts, we seem to have found one another. You wanted to tell me something?"
"At the risk of being oldfashioned, ladies first."
I offered her one of the beers.
"I shouldn't have alcohol," she mused. "Not good with my medication."
But she took the longneck.
"I phoned Garrett an hour ago," she said. "I tried to apologize for the sellout, the way things ended. Like most of my conversations with Garrett, it didn't work out the way I planned. Left me feeling like crap."
"Why apologize?"
She shot me an angry look. "You think I don't know how he felt about the company?"
"Five days ago, I didn't know you existed. Today I found out you and Garrett go back twenty years. I don't know what to think."
The wind picked up, carrying the smells of rotting wooden planks, crayfish, and cedar.
Ruby balanced her beer bottle on the wet toe of her shoe, turned it around in a pirouette. "I was a sophomore in college, Tres. Your brother was one of those people you meet and you think, 'He's going to be important. He's going to rise above.' Believe me, when you come from a family like mine, you appreciate potential. You don't see much of it. Garrett and I dated for six months. We talked about marriage the way stupid college kids talk - like you can pick out the rest of your life delistyle from the undergrad catalogue. Then Garrett had his accident."
She was silent, watching the water.
"I know it shouldn't have mattered. I know he was still Garrett. But physically, I couldn't deal with it. The next time I saw him was five years later, a chance meeting. And Garrett was the decent one. He said he forgave me. I guess I believed what I needed to believe."
"You really thought you didn't hurt him?"
A turkey buzzard hovered above us, probably betting that two humans dumb enough to stand outside in this heat wouldn't last for long.
"When Jimmy and I got engaged," Ruby said, "Garrett pulled me aside, told me I was making a mistake. That was the first time I realized how hurt he was. When things started going bad between
Jimmy and me, Garrett just got more dismal. It became impossible for the three of us to work together. Tres, I thought I was doing something good, getting Garrett involved in the startup. I thought I was making amends."
This struck me as either the most brazen lie or the most pathetically sad truth I'd ever heard.
"You signed away the company," I told her. "If you were trying to make amends, you failed spectacularly."
She glared at me. "Yesterday we were in agreement. Now I'm a traitor? "
"Yesterday I didn't know you'd been cruising the Farallons with Matthew Pena. I didn't know about the back door in the software."
My words hit her like an Arctic front. She laced her fingers around her beer bottle, looked out at the lake long enough to count every buoy in the boating lane.
"You don't understand."
"You wanted to sell from the beginning. You said yourself - it was getting impossible for you to work with Garrett and Jimmy. When your partners wouldn't go along with the sale, you helped Pena force the situation. Maybe you didn't realize how zealous he would be."
"You're suggesting I would sabotage my own company?"
"How'd you work it, Ruby? What did Pena promise you - just extra money?"