Grandma, Lula, and I trooped out of the office and got into the shiny, immaculate black Jeep Liberty.
“I’d like to know where he gets all these new cars,” Lula said. “It’s like they drop out of the sky. And the other question is, how does he get insurance when you keep blowing them up?”
“I don’t blow them all up,” I said.
I drove to the Cubbin house in Hamilton Township and parked in the driveway, behind the van. We went to the door and Susan opened it before I had a chance to ring the bell.
“I saw you drive up,” she said. “Now what?”
“Just checking in,” I said.
“I recognize the old lady,” Susan said. “She was at Cranberry Manor last night. You want to know what I was doing, right?”
“I’m not so old,” Grandma said. “I got a bunch of good years left in me.”
“What were you doing there?” I asked Susan.
“I was looking for the money. What else would I be doing?”
“Did you find it?”
“When I find it, all you’ll see is an empty house.”
“What about the big albino? Has he been around?”
“The realtor?”
“I don’t think he’s a realtor.”
“Whatever. Haven’t seen him.”
Grandma craned her neck to look around Susan into the living room. “This is a real nice house. I like your decorating.”
“I did it myself. I was going for the Americana look.”
“You got it,” Grandma said. “What’s with the suitcase in your living room? Are you planning a vacation?”
“No. I’m cleaning out my closet.”
We left Susan and returned to the Jeep.
“I think she was fibbing about cleaning out her closet,” Grandma said.
“Suppose you embezzled five million dollars?” I asked Grandma and Lula. “Where would you put it?”
“I guess it would be in a bank account somewhere,” Lula said. “It’s not like he robbed a liquor store. He probably took some here and there. That’s a lot of money to take out of that dinky Cranberry Manor.”
“I’d put it in a lot of different banks,” Grandma said. “You gotta move it around and laundry it. And then I’d put some in Grenada and Jakarta and places like that.”
“How do you know all this?” Lula wanted to know.
“I pick it up at Bingo. I sit with Angie Raguzzi. Her brother is in the investment business.”
“Her brother is mob,” I said.
“Yeah,” Grandma said. “Angie says this economy is real good for the mob on account of they’re the only ones loaning money to people. Of course if Cubbin was planning on going somewhere and wanted to take his money with him he could be collecting it all in hundred-dollar bills. It would take a couple suitcases to hold it all if you bundled it up nice and neat.”
“You know that from Angie?” Lula asked.