Rick Riordan - The Devil went down to Austin

She politely didn't add: Because I was too pissed off at you.

"Jess Makar's," I told her.

"What'd you do? Kill him?"

Jess Makar had been my mother's livein boyfriend until a few months ago, when Jess dumped her.

I explained to Maia that I'd kept track of Jess through my PI contacts.

"The credit agencies," she guessed.

"Just out of concern, you understand."

"Oh. Sure."

I told her things hadn't gone financially well for Jess. My credit agency friends had helped a little bit with that. When it came time to repossess Jess' pride and joy, his black '97 Ford F150, I'd been more than happy to do the honours. Strangest thing, I'd also gotten the high bid for the truck at the creditors' auction.

"I never considered you much of a pickup truck guy," Maia said.

"But you got to admit-" I gestured over my shoulder. "The tai chi swords rock."

She looked back, nodded. "Yes. They fit perfectly in the gun rack."

We pulled out of the parking lot, heading west toward Lamar.

"You going to tell me why you're here?" I asked.

"I can't seek higher education?"

"You've reconsidered. You're desperate for my help."

It was the first laugh I'd heard from her in over two years.

We drove past the Lamar playground, the rusted old bridge over Shoal Creek. I had no idea where I was going.

"I spoke with Garrett," Maia said. "He told me about the Techsan sale. Said you were very encouraging."

We reached the red light at 12th Street. I looked over. "You want to whip me?"

Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses now, dark as solar panels. "Tempting, but no. It struck me as odd, though, how quickly Ruby and Matthew Pena were able to seal the deal."

"Almost like they had a hot line set up," I agreed.

A horn honked, letting me know I was sitting on a green light.

"By the way," I said. "Pena left me a housewarming present this morning."

I told Maia about the gutted catfish.

I might've been announcing another ninetyfivedegree day with mosquitoes and rain, for all the surprise Maia showed.

"Goddamn him," she muttered.

"Last night," I said, "you were going to tell me how Pena had gotten under your skin."

"You assume I was going to tell you."

We drove a few blocks in silence.

Maia crossed her legs-a task that would've been impossible in my old car, the VW bug. She touched her sunglasses. "In February, after it was clear the SFPD wouldn't be pressing charges in the Selak case, Matthew invited me to dinner-a thankyou present, he said. I wasn't thrilled, but I saw no reason to be rude. I didn't realize that by accepting, I was opening a door. He began calling me. Sending emails-increasingly personal emails, as if he'd been doing research on my life. I mean, thorough research, Tres. Once…" She paused. "He came into my apartment."

I glanced over, but her face was impassive.

The idea of someone forcing his way into Maia's apartment seemed incredible. Not to mention insanely dangerous.

"You caught him?" I asked.

"No. I could just-tell. He was becoming a stalker. I should know. I've defended a few.

Finally, I forced him into a meeting at a very public place-a cafe in North Beach. I gave him a ceaseand desist speech. I was rather forceful."

I couldn't help grinning. "And after that?"

"After that, things got better for a while. Then, when Garrett called me in March, asked my advice about Techsan, Pena became a problem again, as if he knew I'd been talking about him. Pena started calling my bosses, telling them I was being unprofessional, perhaps even breaking attorneyclient confidences."

"April Goldman must've laughed in his face."

Maia stared out the window, watching shops go by, suntanned bikers braving the heat.

"April's leaving the firm, Tres. I work for Ronald Terrence now-only."

In my darkest moments, when I had been the angriest with Maia, I never would've wished that on her.

Ronald Terrence was the archetypical conservative law partner, politically moderate by Texas standards? by San Francisco standards, a neoNazi. He didn't have much use for professional women, or liberals, and so had made the deliberate decision to hook up with April Goldman, a liberal woman partner, to soften his image and increase his clientele base. The result had been a surprisingly successful and longlived firm. At least until now.

"April wouldn't take you with her?"

Maia's face got even darker. "No. She would not."

Her tone told me not to pursue that line of questioning.

"And Ronald Terrence is tight with Matthew Pena," I said.

She nodded. "Ron had words with me about this… vacation. He didn't threaten, but he let me infer that I might not be welcomed back. He's called twice since I got here, mentioned that Matthew Pena has been in touch with him."

"What did you tell Ron?"

"I haven't returned his calls."

This was so unlike Maia, I didn't know what to say.

She closed her fingers around her knees, took a breath.

"Forget all that," she said. "What I really came to tell youDwight Hayes called me this morning. The Techsan sale seems to be weighing on his conscience. He said you'd spoken with him last night, encouraged him to call me." She hesitated, steeling herself. "I guess I should thank you for that."

I tried to stop thinking about Maia's job-the junior partnership she'd worked so many years to get. "Dwight give you anything good?"

"He was still pretty cagey, but he said in a couple of days we could expect AccuShield to announce they'd fixed Techsan's software problem.

"A couple of days?"

"Dwight said they'd wait just long enough to make the announcement seem plausible."

"Then they've known what the problem was all along."

Maia moistened her lips. "Another little secret Dwight let slipPena has made a very sweet little deal with his client, AccuShield. Apparently they're a lot more impressed by Techsan's security product than they let on. If Pena manages to turn Techsan around, get the betatesting back on track, get the investors lined up, AccuShield has promised to let him spin off the company as a separate IPO."

"Meaning what?"

"Money, Tres. Lots of it. AccuShield would keep seventy percent of the stock. Pena gets thirty percent. And Dwight thought the IPO-with the proper backing-could be huge."

"Huge like family size or economy pack?"

"Total valuation? Think billions, with a B."

My hands went numb on the steering wheel. "A company Pena paid four million for.

Garrett's company."

Maia nodded. "I'd say this is the careermaker deal for Mr. Pena."

I pulled into the parking lot at Waterloo Records, stopped the truck. The neon cows were dancing above the Amy's Ice Cream sign. Even in the daytime, in the middle of June, Christmas lights blinked in the palm trees.

I replayed every word I'd said to Garrett the night before, about how he should sell his company. Now, despite the ranch, despite my best rationalizing, I felt like those words should be tattooed on my back with a hot needle. Billions.

I wondered if Ruby had known the real value of what she was signing away. I wondered if she'd made some inside deal with Pena. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. It was easier to get mad at Ruby than at myself.

"Dwight won't go on record with this," I guessed.

"Even if he did," Maia said, "it's nothing we could take to the police. Dwight had nothing to say about Jimmy Doebler's murder. Or Adrienne Selak's drowning."

I told Maia about my morning phone call with Lopez, about the call Jimmy had made to homicide two months ago. I told her about the family research Jimmy had been starting.

Maia stared out the windshield. "The fact Lopez knew Jimmy, had talked to him recently, might be enough to taint his investigation. If I had to, I could use it. That and the fact he coerced you and Garrett into making initial statements without a lawyer."