Twenty Blue Devils (31 page)

"And how did Nick react to hearing all that? Did he get mad?"

"Mad—no, I don't think so. Shocked would be more like it. I think he had a hard time coming to grips with the idea that his sweet little baby had actually been going around meeting strange men in bars. Celine didn't have any problem with it, though. I think Therese went up in her estimation."

Julie laughed. “Celine sounds like a character."

"One of many."

Like the knowledgeable locals they were, they turned onto the Old Olympic Highway at Sequim to avoid the downtown bottleneck, then back onto 101, over the crest with its sweeping view of the Elwha Valley and towering Klahane Ridge (obscured at the moment by murk and rain, but they knew what it looked like and enjoyed it anyway), and down the long grade into a gloomy Port Angeles. Up Race Street, past the rain-darkened buildings of the university...

"But what about those accidents?” Julie asked suddenly. “What accidents?"

"
The
accidents. All those things that were going wrong. The pulper, the drying machine, the shed, the jeep—"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. That was Maggie, all right, but she wasn't trying to hurt Brian—"

"Well, she sure wasn't trying to improve his health."

"No, what she was trying to do was discredit his ideas. The jeeps, the drying shed, the pulper, the computers, the furnaces, everything—they were all new ideas that came from Brian, and she was simply doing her best to foul them up so they looked like flops. She never meant for him to be in the shed when it collapsed, or in the jeep when it flipped."

"Uh-huh. How do you know all this?"

"Well, I put a bug in John's ear about Maggie a few days ago, and after he stewed about it a while he went and talked to her. I guess he just kept at it until she broke down and let it all out. She just couldn't stand seeing this stranger come in and drive a wedge between her and her family—especially Nick and ‘Therese. At least that's the way it looked to her. She also honestly thought his ideas were all wet."

"Has John told Nick about it?"

"No, and I don't think he's going to. He figures it's best for everybody to just leave it alone."

"I think he's right."

"I do too."

"At any rate,” she said as the garage door creaked up and the car pulled in, dripping rainwater onto the concrete floor, “you have to admit I had Maggie pretty well pegged. Without ever seeing her, too."

"You sure did. Right on the button."

"I also told you I didn't trust Rudy either, didn't I?"

"Yes, but you also told me you didn't trust Nick or Therese."

"Well, that's true but don't forget, if you'd paid any attention to me, you'd have figured out that there was money-laundering going on a long time ago. I practically told you as much."

With his hand on the door, he paused. “I would? You did?"

"Certainly,” she said. “Haven't I been pointing out for years that their coffee is impossibly overpriced?"

He laughed. “I guess you have at that."

Once inside the house he set down his bags and pulled her close, and for a few long seconds they stood that way, their eyes shut, clasped tightly together with Julie's forehead against Gideon's cheek. He inhaled the sweet, fresh, familiar scent of her hair.

Indeed, it was nice to be home.

"Mm,” he said as they swayed slowly back and forth, arms wrapped around each other, “you mean I get to do this anytime I want?"

"It's in the contract,” she murmured. “
Ouch
. When was the last time you shaved?"

"Yesterday. Why don't I grab a shave now? A shower too; I'm feeling a little grungy."

"You don't feel grungy, you feel wonderful,” she said with a final squeeze, then pulled her head back and rubbed the side of her face. “But the shave I'd appreciate."

The telephone answering machine in the bedroom upstairs showed that there was a message. He pressed the playback button and listened while he got out of his clothes. John's voice came on:

How're you doing, Doc? Welcome home. Listen, you have to hear this. Nick finally decided to sell out to this Superstar outfit, okay? I mean, he's had it now with coffee, he wants out; you can understand. So he tells Nelson to get in touch with them and let them know. Well, twenty minutes later, who shows up at the house with this grin a mile wide but Dean Parks? The guy that owns the Shangri-La, remember? Guess what: Superstar Resorts International IS Dean Parks. The guy's a multi-millionaire, would you believe it?

Not easily, thought Gideon. Besides, wasn't Superstar headquartered in Omaha?

That Omaha stuff was all smoke and mirrors, you see. Old Dino's the number-one shareholder. It turns out that all he ever wanted all along was to have the biggest, best resort in Polynesia, better than anything Nick had—and he wanted to do it on Nick's property. Because why? Because, believe it or not, Dean's the guy Nick won that ten thousand dollars from in World War II—I told you that story—and then used it to buy the old copra plantation when he first got to Tahiti.

Now here's the beauty part: here's Dean, looking like he just swallowed the canary. I mean, here it's been eating away at him all these years—in a friendly way, of course—that it's his ten thousand bucks that got Nick the plantation in the first place and started him off, and now, finally, he's got his own back. So he crows about it for a while and says to Nick: “What do you think of that? After fifty years we're finally even."

And Nick looks at him in all seriousness and says: “You're the guy I won that money off of? I always thought it was Wolensky."

See you next week. Say hi to Julie for me.

Gideon was still laughing when Julie called from downstairs. “Hey, up there, get going, will you? I don't hear the shower."

"On my way,” Gideon called back. “Be down in ten minutes."

"I'll put up a pot of coffee and some goodies."

"Fine, sounds good."

But a moment later, he opened the bathroom door and put his head out.

"On second thought,” he called, “I think I'd just as soon have tea. All things considered."