"Old folks homes, junkyards ... Why am I not surprised? Hey, don't hug me! Watch the polish!"
Rune got Richard at home.
This was weird. It was the afternoon. What was he doing home?
She realized that he hadn't told her exactly where he wrote his boring meet-your-CEO scripts.
Rune was on the street, calling from the pay phone. "Hey, how come you're home? I thought you worked for a company. With what's her name? Too-tall Karen?"
He laughed again. "I do mostly freelance. I'm sort of an independent contractor."
"We need to go to Brooklyn. A church on Atlantic Avenue. Can you drive?"
He said, "You're home now?"
"I'm in my office."
"Office?" he asked.
"My exterior office."
"Oh." He laughed. "A pay phone."
"So, can we go?"
"What's going on in Brooklyn?"
She told him about the minister's message, then added, "I just called him--the priest Amanda found. I sort of told him a white lie."
"Which was?"
"That I'm Robert Kelly's granddaughter."
"That's not a white lie. It's a full-fledged lie. Especially to a man of the cloth. You oughta be ashamed. Anyway, I thought you were going to forget about the money."
"I did. Forgot completely. It was him called me." She persisted. Said that Mr. Kelly'd been living in a home attached to the church until he found an apartment. And that he'd left a suitcase with the minister for safekeeping. He didn't want to carry it around until he was settled. It was--are you listening? He said it was too valuable to him to just carry around the streets of the city."
Another pause.
"It's too crazy," Richard said.
She added, "And get this. I asked him if there was a cemetery nearby--like in the movie Manhattan Is My Beat. See, Dana Mitchell, the cop, buries the money in a new grave. And there is!"
"Is what?"
"A cemetery. Next to the church. Don't you see? Mr. Elliott told Mr. Kelly about the church and Mr. Kelly went there and dug up the money."
"Okay," he said dubiously. Then he asked, "You're at your loft?"
"Will be in five minutes."
He said seductively, "You going to be by yourself?"
"Sandra's there."
"Bummer. Can't you send her out to buy something?"
"How 'bout we go to Brooklyn now. Then we'll think about some privacy."