'You are,' Karen said, 'more than you know.'
Schreiner said, 'Where's the money?'
'In a safe place,' Karen said.
'I can hang on to it for you, if you want. Put it in the safe in my office, ease your mind while you're getting ready to leave town.'
'That's okay,' Karen said.
'You sure you don't want me to help you,' Schreiner said, trying again.
'I'm all set,' Karen said, trying to convince herself, but knew she wasn't even close.
Chapter Twenty-four
Megan knew she shouldn't have taken him back so fast. He'd lied to her and cheated her out of her share of the money from the Greek, contrary to his bullshit story. He might even be lying now. But there was something about him. She couldn't help herself; she liked him.
Megan thought about Bobby showing up at her door, quarter to six in the morning, looking like he'd been put through the wringer.
'I'm in trouble,' Bobby had said.
Megan had said, 'You sure are.' She opened the door and he walked past her into the living room.
He told her about stealing the safe, and about the guy coming to Lloyd's trailer. Then he said he was going to give Megan half his share.
'Sweetie, I figured we'd each clear better than a hundred grand, I was going to take you to Hawaii, start our new life together.'
Megan had known some bullshitters in her life, but Bobby took it to a whole new level. Christ, he was Ninja. She said, 'I don't want to ruin your day but the police are looking for you too. A Detective Conlin was here asking questions about you.'
Bobby looked like he was going to cry and Megan felt bad for him. She wanted to take him in her arms and comfort him. But first she had to make him pay a little more. She had some of the bitch gene in her. What her dad used to say to her mom. 'There's even a reward-now up to $7,500 for information leading to your arrest and conviction,' Megan said, making it up.
'I've been such an asshole,' Bobby said. 'I wouldn't blame you if you turned me in.'
Megan put her arms around him. 'Honey, I'm not going to do that.'
She hugged him and put her face against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. 'I might worry about your friends at the apartment complex, though, if I were you.' Megan took Bobby's face in her hands. She could feel the bristly stubble of his whiskers. He let out a breath that smelled sour and kind of stinky, and seemed to lose what remaining energy he had at the same time, leaning against her now, so tired he'd have fallen to the floor if she wasn't there to support him. 'Everything's going to work out, you'll see.' She guided Bobby into the bedroom and undressed him and put him in bed. He was so out of it she just took charge. 'Lay back and relax, let me do the heavy lifting.' She winked at him and now he smiled.
Megan thought about the money while she was searing lamb shanks and peeling potatoes. Bobby was snoring so loud she could hear him all the way in the kitchen. Megan believed in intuition and believed she was one hundred percent intuitive. Her feelings about people and the inevitability of situations had been proven true over the course of many years. And her intuition told her-make no mistake about it-Karen Delaney was still in Detroit. Where exactly, Megan didn't know, but Bobby had said something that got her thinking, gave her a place to start.
She browned the shanks and took them out of the pan and put them on a sheet of tinfoil, and covered them. She sliced potatoes with a mandolin and left them soaking in water to get the starch out. She grabbed her purse and walked out of the apartment. Bobby'd be asleep for hours.
'Guess what I did while somebody was teepee house?' Megan said.
'I give up,' Bobby said, glancing at her with puffy eyes. He was still groggy from sleeping all day. He had his elbows on the table and it was a major fucking effort to sit up. Megan was across from him, pulling a piece of lamb off the shank with her knife and fork. Bobby hadn't touched his yet.
'I went to the library and looked at yearbooks-Garden City High School-the Cougars. Their colors are blue and orange. I started with 1980 and went all the way to 2000.'
Megan cut a piece of potato and put it in her mouth. It was hot and she drank beer to put out the fire. 'Be careful.' She fanned her mouth.
Bobby was staring down at his plate. God, he was tired, really out of it.
'What's the matter,' Megan said, 'aren't you hungry?'
Bobby didn't answer. He wished she'd stop talking. He wished she'd sit there and not say anything for a while. She was driving him crazy.
Megan said, 'How many twirlers named Karen do you think I found?'
He looked up at her.
'How about one? Karen Delaney-class of '88.'
She handed Bobby a folded piece of Xerox paper. He opened it and saw a shot of Karen in her majorette outfit, short-shorts, gauntlets and white go-go boots from the yearbook, page seventy-four, and a quote from the majorette herself. 'Toughest thing was catching the baton at night games in November-you have no idea-it would be like freezing out, and my fingers were numb.'
'She was also voted biggest flirt.'
Bobby wished she'd just get to the fucking point.
'Her mom still lives on Schaller Drive-thirty-eight years.' Megan took a bite of lamb. 'Mr. D. passed eighteen years ago, killed by a drunk driver.' She said, 'When Dad died, Frisky did too. Frisky, bless his heart, was Dad's buddy, a miniature schnauzer who couldn't live without his master. Isn't that so sad?'
No what was sad was he had to listen to this schmaltz-o-rama. He tried the potatoes first. 'What's this stuff on top?'
'Nutmeg.'
'It's good.'
'How do I know all this,' Megan said. 'Is that what you're thinking? I went over and met Mrs. Delaney. Spent some quality time with her. She's a nice silver-haired old lady hopes Karen and her other daughter, Virginia, give her a lot of grandkids.'
'That's really interesting,' Bobby said with a mouthful of lamb. Her words were like puffs of ether, zoning him out.
'I told her I went to high school with Karen. A group of us was getting together for a reunion and I wanted to get in touch with Karen to invite her. She thought I was a friend of Virginia's. No, Mrs. D., I said, I'm Missy O'Hara, my hair used to be dark.' Megan took a sip of beer. 'You know what she said to me? 'Oh, dear, how have you been?' She thinks she remembers me. Isn't that something?'
Bobby looked up from his plate. 'Are you trying to make a fucking career out of telling this?'
Megan gave him a dirty look. 'If you're so bored and disinterested, I'll stop right there.'
They ate, not talking for a few minutes.
Judy came in and jumped up in Megan's lap.
Bobby said, 'Can I eat one meal without a fucking cat staring at me?'
'Please don't talk like that in front of Judy. Vans are very perceptive. She'll think you don't like her.'
Were all people who loved animals fucking loony?
Megan said, 'Do you want to know what I did today?'
The cat purred.
'See, Judy doesn't think I'm boring. Do you girl?'
'I don't care what happened to their fucking dog, or how many grandchildren the old bag wants, has she seen Karen? That's all I want to know.'
