Notorious Nineteen

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    “I have an errand to run,” I said to my mother. “If I’m not here for dinner don’t worry about it. I’ll stop by later and get leftovers.”
    The van was in the driveway when I got to Susan’s house. I went to the door, and Susan sighed when she saw me.
    “You know,” Susan said.
    “I know you pawned a gold bar.”
    Susan pressed her lips together, and she blinked away tears. “He’s dead,” she said. “Jerkface is dead.”
    “Why do you think he’s dead?”
    “It’s all here. All the money he stole from those people. It’s all still here. He didn’t run out on me. He went to the hospital, and he expected to come back. He had it hidden. It was in a place I would never have thought to look.”
    “Did you tell this to the police?”
    “No. It’s proof he was guilty, and I feel bad about it. I mean, isn’t it enough that he’s probably dead?”
    “What about Cranberry Manor?”
    “He hated that place. He said the old people were always complaining. And he said they cheated on everything. Cards, Bingo, taxes, Social Security. Half of them are collecting on dead relatives.”
    “It’s still their money.”
    “I know, but I can’t be the one to tell on him. It seems mean. He was my husband, and he wasn’t so bad. He just had a lot of issues.”
    “Can I help?”
    “Yes. You can help me figure out a way to get the money back to Cranberry Manor without making Geoffrey look like a monster.”
    “Give me some history.”
    “Come on in and I’ll show you what I found.”
    I followed Susan to the dining room table and looked down at what appeared to be a blueprint for landscaping her yard.
    “Yesterday I was sitting out back having a glass of wine and the sun kept reflecting off something in the yard. So finally I got up to see what it was and at first I thought it was a gold button that popped off something and got smashed into the grass. I tried to get it up, but it wouldn’t come, and I kept digging away more grass and more grass, and what do you think I found?”
    “A gold bar.”
    “Yes. And then it hit me. I remembered Geoffrey was always talking about his big scheme to landscape the yard, and how flowers were as good as gold. Five years ago he started working on this blueprint. He’d haul it out and work on it some, and then he’d file it away and go on to another project.”
    “I haven’t seen your backyard. Is it filled with flowers?”
    “No! That’s the thing. He kept saying flowers were as good as gold but he only planted a few flowers. There were some bushes in the yard when we first moved in and they’re still there too, but that’s it.”
    “He was buying gold and planting it,” I said.
    “Yes. And he was marking off the locations of the bars on the blueprint. It hit me like a big brainstorm! Like BLAM! I went all over the house looking for the blueprint, and when I couldn’t find it I went to his office. It was real smart of him, because when the police searched the office they didn’t bother to take the landscape plan.”
    “Did you find all the bars?”
    “I got all the ones that were marked on the plan. I don’t know anything about the price of gold, so I don’t know if all the Cranberry Manor money is there. It wasn’t easy to get those stupid bars up either. It took me all night, working with a flashlight and one of those little shovels.”
    “Where are they?”
    “In the kitchen.”
    I went to the kitchen and gaped at the bars. They were stacked up everywhere.
    “How many are there?” I asked her.
    “A hundred and thirty-three. Actually there were a hundred and thirty-four but I took the one so I could get a manicure. Digging up gold bars is hell. My nails were destroyed.”
    “I have to think about this,” I said. “Keep your doors locked and your shades down so no one sees what you’ve got in your kitchen.”
    “There are so many of them,” she said, looking at the bars. “I didn’t know what to do with them.”
    “I’ll figure it out,” I told her. “Just lay low until I get back to you.”
    I left Susan, got behind the wheel, and broke out in a sweat. A hundred and thirty-three gold bars. At least five million dollars’ worth of gold, stacked up in her kitchen. This went way beyond putting a couple hundred dollars under your mattress. This was mind-boggling.
    I went back to my parents’ house and ate the ham. At least I think I ate the ham. At some point I looked down at my plate and realized it was clean and I must