Notorious Nineteen

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 atCranberry 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.
    “No. I got that from Tony Destafano. He’s a bagman. He makes collections, and he’s got it down to a science. He could tell you how many hundreds you could put in a brown grocery bag.”
    “He go to Bingo too?” Lula wanted to know.
    “No. I see him at viewings. All them old mob guys are croaking. Pretty soon there’s not gonna be any more mob. All the young guys are going into the hedge fund business.”
    “What are we gonna do now?” Lula asked. “Is it time for lunch?”
    “Not nearly,” I said. “I think we sit around the corner and wait to see if Susan Cubbin drags her suitcase out to the van and goes somewhere.”
    “That would be a good plan,” Grandma said, “but I gotta tinkle.”
    I drove to Dawn Diner so Grandma could tinkle. Lula got double rice pudding to go, Grandma got a piece of apple pie, I got a giant wedge of coconut layer cake, and we went back to Susan Cubbin’s street. No van. Her driveway was empty.
    “Maybe she had to run an errand,” Lula said.
    Yeah, maybe she ran an errand to Rio. I hear they do a lot of stomach stapling and fat suctioning there.
    I parked half a block away, and we ate our food. An hour went by and no Susan Cubbin. I drove up to her house, walked to the front door, and looked in the window. No suitcase.
    I took Grandma home. I dropped Lula off at the office. I called Mary DeLorenzo at the bridal salon and told her I had shoes. I was feeling sick after eating all the coconut cake, so I went home and took a nap. It was midafternoon when I woke up to my phone ringing.
    “You’re not going to believe this one,” Connie said. “I just got a call from my cousin Frankie. He owns the pawnshop on Broad, and Susan Cubbin was in. She had a gold bar, and she wanted to know how much she could get for it.”
    “Get out!”
    “Swear to God. Frankie said he took the bar and emptied his cash register into a suitcase she had with her. He called me because he knew we were looking for her husband.”
    I called Morelli and asked if he was making any progress with