The Devil Went Down to Austin by Rick Riordan

lake.
    He started to say something, stopped himself. "That was $400 worth of equipment."
    "And I'm charging $200 per breath of air, which makes us even."
    He brought up his hand console, read the computer, let it float back under. "I'll get the mask later. Which way did you throw it?"
    I showed him.
    "That's about a hundred and twenty feet deep, the way the shore drops off into the river channel. Thanks a lot."
    I smiled. "I'm Garrett Navarre's brother. It was no problem, really."
    Pena's eyes got small. "I don't have time for this."
    "You shouldn't have time to screw with people's lives, either. But you seem to manage."
    Pena put his mouth and nose underwater, seemed to whisper something to the fish, then raised up again. "Maia warned me about you. She was quite irrational on the subject—claimed you could be an annoyance."
    "I'm flattered."
    "Annoy me, and you'll get hurt."
    "I read about your girlfriend," I said. "She must've annoyed you pretty bad."
    The scariest thing was the millisecond delay in his face, the processing time during which Matthew Pena seemed to make a conscious choice which emotions to show me. He decided on a combination of hurt and anger.
    "You have no right to speak about Adrienne. You know nothing about it."
    "I know this, Pena: Maia's not protecting you this time."
    "And you're doing your best to jeopardize your brother's only chance at a buyout, aren't you?"

    I hated that he made me hesitate.
    "Techsan isn't my concern," I said.
    Traces of a smile flickered across his mouth. "Really."
    "I'm just here to tell you, Pena—if you had anything to do with Jimmy's murder, you will be nailed. If you decide to harass my brother with any more faxes, emails, or messwithyourmind presents, I'll become a regular at your scuba classes. I'll follow you to work every day. I will introduce myself to all your prospective clients. You will get to know me very well."
    He looked toward the shore where Maia and Dwight were both now standing—little sixinch dolls from this distance.
    "Maia Lee in the flesh," Pena said appreciatively. "A shame she couldn't take a friendly warning, stick with a winning team."
    "You're the one who's been warned, Matthew."
    "Yes," he agreed easily. "I was sorry to hear Doebler and your brother had a fallingout. Sorry your brother went off the deep end. But this is a highstakes business, Mr. Navarre. Those things happen. I'll attend the service tonight to pay my respects."
    I started to kick back toward shore. "I can hardly wait."
    "And Mr. Navarre? If I really was the sort of person you think I am, you realize I would now make it my personal hobby to destroy you."
    "Be an expensive hobby, Matthew. Stick to scuba."
    He put the regulator back in his mouth. He raised his BC hose and hissed out the air from his vest, sunk below the surface, still without a mask.
    What he would do down there with limited vision, I had no idea, but something told me Matthew Pena was a lot more vicious than anything else he might encounter under Lake Travis. He'd find his way.
    I got to the ladder.
    At the top of the cliff, Maia Lee was waiting, looking furious. "What were you saying earlier, Tres, about not messing up?"
    I dismantled my gear at the picnic table.
    Dwight Hayes held the air tank while I detached it from my back.
    "He didn't recognize the suit," Dwight asked anxiously, "did he?"
    I stripped off the wet suit, left two twenties under the weight belt to pay for the rental, then put my Tshirt and jeans back on over damp jockey shorts.
    "I'm not going back in there," Dwight decided. "I don't care what Matthew says."
    Maia put her hand on his shoulder. "Dwight—think about what I said, okay?"
    He shook his head. "I can't, Maia. He's already going to be mad enough. You don't blame me, do you?"
    Maia gave me a cold stare, and I realized I really had screwed up. I'd completely misread Maia's reasons for coming out here.
    "Of course I don't blame you," she told Dwight. "Take care of yourself. You have my