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  "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 wouldnt go along with the sale, you helped Pena force the situation. Maybe you didnt realize how zealous he would be. "

  "Youre suggesting I would sabotage my own company?"

  "Howd you work it, Ruby? What did Pena promise you—just extra money?"

  Her eyes zigged their way down from my face to my chest. Her anger seemed to be collapsing from the inside. "Just extra money. Thats good, Tres. "

  "Pena doesnt quit when hes won," I warned her. "He wont leave you alone. If you come clean, maybe I can help. "

  She shook her head. "Youre cute, and all, Tres. But sorry—I dont do the damselindistress routine. Theres nothing going on I cant handle. "

  A speedboat went by, far out in the channel. I watched its line of wake roll toward us, hundreds of yards, until it broke against the shore, lifting Rubys red racing boat in a gentle swell.

  "If everythings so great," I said, "why are you here?"

  Ruby absently swatted a mosquito from in front of her eyes. "I couldnt apologize to Garrett, so I thought I would apologize to you. "

  "Nice try. "

  Her smile was fragile, covering a world of fear.

  The scary thing was that despite everything I suspected about her collaborating with Pena, despite the fact that her exhusband had been murdered, despite the fact that she was quite possibly the worst thing that ever happened to my brother with the exception of the northbound train—I found myself wanting to help her.

  In part, I wanted to undermine Pena, to prove to myself that his influence over people wasnt total. But my instinct to help Ruby went deeper than that.

  I felt like out of the three people whod created Techsan, I might relate to Ruby the best. The past weighed on her as heavily as it weighed on Garrett or Jimmy, and yet shed done her best to get out from under the McBride legacy—to make her marina business pay off, to build her tower. I couldnt help admiring that, and I couldnt blame her for getting disillusioned with Jimmy and Garrett, either. I had a growing suspicion that if there were one person in the world I might be able to talk to honestly about my brother, it would be Ruby McBride.

  "When you came here on Sunday," I said, "you were looking through Jimmys things.

  You picked out Claras picture, her journal. "

  "I wanted to understand the Other Woman. "

  "You wanted to know why Jimmy was obsessed with his mothers past. "

  Ruby lifted the unfired pot, cradled it in her lap. "With Jimmy—there was always something going on that he didnt share, always something else taking up his thoughts, even when he was working nineteen hours a day on Techsan. Thats what attracted me to him. When you have ninety percent of someones attention—I suppose it drove me crazy, not knowing where that other ten percent was focused. "

  "And did you find out?"

  She shook her head. Her eyes were getting teary, red. "Its the goddamn Elavil, okay?

  Its not me. The alcohol . . . "

  "Dont protect Matthew Pena, Ruby. Hes not worth it. "

  She looked down at the vase—the smooth surface, muddy with unfired glaze, the ribbed interior made by Jimmys fingers. "You still think he murdered Jimmy. You think I helped. "

  She waited for me to respond. I didnt.

  I was thinking about leaving, heading back up to the dome for a bitter, silent supper with my cat, when Ruby said, "You really want to believe someone else killed Jimmy.

  Someone besides Garrett. "

  "Dont you?"

  She looked at me defiantly. "Then whered they go afterward?"

  "You mean to get away. "

  "You came rushing down from the house, right? You wouldve heard a boat. Coming down here, so soon after the shots, you wouldve run smack into the killer if hed tried to get away up the road. The only person you saw was Garrett. "

  "The shoreline," I said. And then, realizing it only as I said it: "Theres an access road about two hundred yards south. I passed the entrance driving up. "

  "Wouldnt the police have scoured that entire area?"

  "Probably not. "

  Ruby lifted her eyebrows in challenge. "I think you owe me a walk. "

  She gave me her hand. I pulled her up.

  There wasnt a trail to speak of, but the terrain was fairly easy. We hiked through agarita bushes, pushed past live oak saplings. Limestone outcroppings made a ridge along the water, in one place high enough to be a diving spot. The remnants of a fraying rope swing hung from the branch of a massive water cypress. Instead of evoking childhood memories, it just reminded me of a lynching tree.

  I wasnt sure what we were looking for, and nothing screamed "clue. "

  There was only the glint of water, the ground thickly littered with cedar needles and leaves.

  By the time we got within sight of the access road, we were no wiser, no cooler, and I was down several quarts of blood from the chiggers and ticks and mosquitoes.

  Ruby stopped in front of me, turned. "Nothing," she decided.

  I was about to agree with her when I caught myself staring at the water. The ground at my feet was littered with something besides cedar needles—a large scatter of sunflower seed shells.

  I crouched down.

  "What?" Ruby asked.

  I looked back toward Jimmys house. The shore curved between here and there, with a clear line of sight along the cove. You could

  see the kiln, the dock, Rubys sleek Conbrio. You could easily stand here in the woods at night, undisturbed, and munch sunflower seeds while you watched Jimmys dock.

  Perhaps you could study a murder scene youd just left, like a painter standing back from his canvas. And if you were so inclined, you could discard a piece of evidence without much worry that it would ever be found.

  I looked over the edge of the limestone ridge. The water rippled two feet below. It was shallow here, and one glint under the surface was a little brighter than the rest.

  Sheer luck. Its scary how often it boils down to that. But there I was looking at it from the only right angle to see it—a . 380 calibre brass casing in the water, flashing like a coin in a fountain.

  CHAPTER 25

  I met Vic Lopez the next morning after my UT class. I had never wanted to get through a discussion of Gawain and the Green Knight with more haste.

  The state crime lab was an unassuming yellow brick box wedged between two warehouses at the back of the Department of Public Safety complex. Black and white state trooper units lined the street. In the visitors lot, Lopez sat on a loading bay between two stacks of crates, waiting for me.

  He slid down from his perch. "You have any idea how many markers this cost me?

  Putting my neck on the line to get evidence processed on a days notice? Its goddamn irregular, man. "

  Lopez wore his normal smile, but his tone had an edge that told me joviality was not to be reciprocated.

  "You drop the names I gave you?"

  Lopez put his finger on my chest. "IRREGULAR. Word gets around Im running to DPS cause some private dick found a piece of brass in the lake—Im going to be laughed out of the deputies quilting club. "

  "But if Im right . . . "

  He sighed, checked his watch. "Ten minutes. And these people are serious about appointment times. "

  He leaned back against the loading bay, fished a pack of cigarettes out of his coat pocket.

  "You interviewed Garrett yesterday?" I asked.

  "We had a friendly conversation. Hard not to be friendly, with Miss Lee present. I heard Matthew Pena learned that lesson. "

  "You still havent filed charges. "

  Lopez plucked out a cigarette, pointed it at me. "I only smoke when Im pissed off. Just so you feel honoured. "

  "Youre waiting for ballistics on the casing. "

  He checked his watch again. "I told my sergeant to be here at 11:15. He wants to observe th
e test himself. "

  "You told me it was at eleven oclock. "

  "I got to have time to look first, dont I?"

  "And Im irregular. "

  "And a bad influence. Did I mention that?" He sparked a flame from his lighter. "Your friend died early Friday A. M. This is Tuesday. Five days is a hell of a long time in homicide, you know that? They started throwing me new cases yesterday—a couple of drownings. A momandpop shooting. You think my sergeant likes me churning a case from last week?"

  "That piece of brass was over a hundred yards down the shore, Vic—down a rocky path. "

  "Weve got your word for that. "

  "And Ruby McBrides. Youre going to tell me Garrett rolled down the shoreline in his wheelchair?"

  "As I remember, you were at the lake that night, too. "

  "If you really thought Id planted evidence, we wouldnt be here now. "

  He tried his cigarette, didnt seem to like the flavour much. "What I think, Jimmys killer met him at the water that night. The killer was able to drug him—maybe a laced beer, some kind of drink. That meant spending some time together, talking in the truck for more than a few minutes. Drugs start to kick in, Jimmy starts to fade. Killer took a . 380, put the muzzle about two inches from Jimmys head, and told him goodbye. It was intimate, Navarre. Like an old friend. You want to tell me Matthew Pena could pull that off, get that close to Jimmy Doebler?"

  I looked at the lines of highway patrol cars.

  The hell of it was, I agreed with Lopez. The setup of the crime was too personal.

  I told Lopez about Jimmys call to Dwight Hayes the week before he died. I told him about Ruby, the strong possibility that shed help Matthew Pena sabotage her own company for a sellout.

  Lopez slid his lighter into his pants pocket. "And she just happened to walk with you straight to the place where you just happened to find this casing. "

  "I wasnt implying—"

  "Like hell you werent," Lopez said. I could almost see the homicide detective gears turning in his head. "Sounds like I should pay another visit to Ms. McBride. "

  "The night Clara Doebler died," I said. "You were the reporting officer. You were there. "

  I told him about Maia and me visiting Faye DoeblerIngram— how shed treated us to tea and homicide reports.

  Lopez looked less than ecstatic.

  "I thought I told you, Navarre. You need a report, ask me for it. "

  "Im asking. Jimmy was killed at the same spot his mother died. What happened with Clara Doebler?"

  He pulled himself up on the ledge of the loading dock. "Five years ago, the Doebler property was a good place for patrol cops to hang out. Before Jimmy built on it, a lot of deputies used it. You could sit there in your car and catch up on paperwork and be within striking distance for most calls in the David Twenty sector. One night I was finishing B shift, pulled in at the Doebler property about 2100. My partners unit was a few miles south, and he was on the way to rendezvous with me. I was sitting there doing paperwork when I heard a shot from down the hill. First I figured it was nothing—just a hunter, or some kid screwing around—but I called it in, got out to investigate. There was this pickup truck by the water, this woman sitting on the tailgate with her back to me, and she was playing with something, like she was rolling a joint.