Pick Your Poison. Lauren Child
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‘We’ll be late to the Feldmans’ party,’ said Sabina.
‘Sorry honey, I got held up, but guess who I have in tow?’
‘Hola, Mrs Redfort.’
‘Consuela?’ cried Sabina. ‘Is it really you?’ And in walked Consuela Cruz, large as life and in six-inch scarlet heels.
‘Meet my new caterer,’ announced Brant. ‘She has agreed to save the day.’
‘Bravo!’ cried Sabina.
For a very short time Consuela Cruz, a dietician and talented chef from Seville, had been in the Redforts’ employ, hired by Mrs Redfort to bring health and wellbeing to the family, though what had actually happened was the cause of a certain amount of indigestion.
Mrs Digby and Consuela Cruz had not hit it off and had disagreed about most things. Plates had been thrown and tomato juice flung. Mrs Digby had felt very much discarded, her cooking somehow relegated to second best – all in all it had been a less than satisfactory arrangement. It was a mercy Mrs Digby had already departed the house for poker night.
‘Great seeing you again,’ said Ruby.
Consuela gave her a hard stare. ‘Have you been eating your kale, Ruby Redfort?’
‘Course I have, never miss it,’ lied Ruby.
‘Don’t try and pull wool over me, chica. I can see just by looking into your eyes, no kale has passed your lips.’
‘Oh, honey,’ fretted Sabina, ‘is this true?’
‘I’ll go fix her a kale juice once we have debated the menu,’ said Consuela.
Jeepers, thought Ruby, one minute in the door and she’s ruining my life. ‘Really nice to see you again Consuela,’ she said, ‘but if you would excuse me I just need to go and tidy my sock drawer.’
Ruby grabbed some banana milk from the refrigerator while her parents and Consuela Cruz talked oysters. Consuela wanted to serve them on seaweed.
‘I’m not sure we should serve oysters on anything,’ said Brant, ‘because of the green pearl discovery. The marine explorer – what’s his name? – might be offended.’
‘More likely to be offended that you can’t remember what he’s called,’ said Ruby.
‘He wouldn’t have discovered a green pearl if someone had not been trying to eat it,’ said Consuela.
The logic of this statement didn’t register with Brant Redfort.
‘We can’t eat anything endangered,’ he insisted.
‘Oysters aren’t in danger,’ said Consuela. ‘No way José.’
‘Were you aware they don’t have brains?’ said Sabina. ‘Not even faces.’
Ruby decided it might be time to retire to her room.
RUBY PULLED THE BLOCK OF WOOD FROM THE DOORJAMB and took notebook 625 from its hiding place. The previous six hundred and twenty four, all varying shades of the same colour, were hidden under the floorboards. She had been writing things down in yellow notebooks since she was no more than four years old, when it had struck her that the smallest detail was what made up the whole big picture. RULE 16: EVEN THE MUNDANE CAN TELL A STORY. No one knew about the yellow notebooks, not even Ruby’s closest friend, Clancy. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t told him; she just hadn’t.
She flipped back to see what she had written over the last few weeks. There was a lot there, most of it still fresh in her mind, but she was hoping that there might be some detail that once re-read might mean more than perhaps it had when first jotted down. Some detail that made everything fit together, that revealed the pattern she couldn’t see. She sank back into her outsized beanbag and began to read.
Her life as a Spectrum code breaker had begun in March, getting on for seven months ago now, and it had been no easy ride.
Ruby, who was an ambitious kid, was determined to do more than crack codes: her lifelong dream was to be a field agent. That dream – and her life – had been almost snuffed out by various murdering thieves and kidnappers, but that only served to make her more determined. She had made it this far, she wasn’t dead, why give up now?
It was the Cyan Wolf case that had led her to the blue-eyed Australian, and it was the conversation with her on Wolf Paw Mountain that kept circling her mind. She turned back several pages and read her notes on the case. It was up there on the mountain where things had taken an almost fatal turn, though in recent months things had had a habit of taking near fatal turns.
Sometimes she thought she could still smell the fire that had burned around her, the forest catching light as she had dared the woman to explain her dark motives.
‘All this so you can make some money out of some stupid fragrance.’
How the woman had laughed at that.
‘Is that what you think this is about? No sweetie, this is not about some high-end perfume counter cluttered up with rich folk wanting to waste their money. This is about something important, more important than you could ever imagine.’
The woman had been talking about the Cyan scent, the scent of the Blue Alaskan wolf. A scent so rare that just a few drops were worth unimaginable riches, a scent with an irresistible pull – breathe it in and you fell under its spell. But the Australian had made it clear that she was not interested in it for its value as a perfume – she had far bigger ambitions.
Ruby was chewing on a pencil and looking down at a blank page.
She had been recruited by Spectrum in March to crack a code, just one. Her first (and supposedly last) assignment was to figure out what code-breaker, Lopez, had discovered before she mysteriously died. It turned out to be a plot to steal the priceless Buddha of Khotan. Thanks to Ruby’s work, the Buddha had been saved and the criminals identified. One incarcerated – Baby Face Marshall; one dead – Valerie Capaldi, aka Nine Lives; and one at large – Count von Viscount.
It had all seemed to tie up quite neatly, everyone at Spectrum was satisfied, but Ruby was no longer feeling so complacent. Though the Buddha was now safely back in Yoktan (formerly the ancient city of Khotan), might it be that something had after all been stolen?
Ruby wrote:
Was something stolen from the Jade Buddha itself?
She leafed back to the note she had made about the case when it had all been deemed over, done and dusted, put to bed.
WHAT I DON’T KNOW:
What was the Count looking at?
She had seen him take out a small torch-like device and shine it into the eyes of the Buddha. What had he seen there? What secret might be held in the eyes of the Jade Buddha of Khotan?
The case of the Jade Buddha was supposed to be her one and only code-breaking exercise, but Spectrum had kept her on, despite her age and despite LB’s reluctance to take on a mouthy school kid (the Spectrum 8 boss had been clear about that). Perhaps she hadn’t had much choice – even she could see that, had Ruby not been there, things would have ended very differently.
Ruby turned to a fresh page and wrote:
LOOSE END ONE: the jade.
The second case had been a confusing one. The death of a Spectrum diver had turned out to be accidental, and some worrying pirate activity that had seen Ruby’s own