Mrs. Markowitz
I took a seat at the kitchen table. “The truth is, I don’t know very much about bond. My cousin Vinnie is the bond expert.”
“It’s not so much about bond,” Mabel said. “It’s more about finding someone. And I fibbed about it being for a friend. I was embarrassed. I just don’t know how to even begin telling you this.”
Mabel’s eyes filled with tears. She cut a piece of coffee cake and shoved it into her mouth. Angry. Mabel wasn’t the sort of woman to comfortably fall victim to emotion. She washed the coffee cake down with coffee that was strong enough to dissolve a spoon if you let it sit in the cup too long.
“I guess you know Evelyn’s marriage didn’t work out. She and Steven got a divorce a while back, and it was pretty bitter,” Mabel finally said.
Evelyn is Mabel’s granddaughter. I’ve known Evelyn all my life, but we were never close friends. She lived several blocks away, and she went to Catholic school. Our paths only intersected on Sundays when she’d come to dinner at Mabel’s house. Valerie and I called her the Giggler because she giggled at everything. She’d come over to play board games in her Sunday clothes, and she’d giggle when she rolled the dice, giggle when she moved her piece, giggle when she lost. She giggled so much she got dimples. And when she got older, she was one of those girls that boys love. Evelyn was all round softness and dimples and vivacious energy.
I hardly ever saw Evelyn anymore, but when I did there wasn’t much vivacious energy left in her.
Mabel pressed her thin lips together. “There was so much arguing and hard feelings over the divorce that the judge made Evelyn take out one of these new child custody bonds. I guess he was afraid Evelyn wouldn’t let Steven see Annie. Anyway, Evelyn didn’t have any money to put up for the bond. Steven took the money that Evelyn got when my daughter died, and he never gave Evelyn anything. Evelyn was like a prisoner in that house on Key Street. I’m almost the only relative left for Evelyn and Annie now, so I put my house here up for collateral. Evelyn wouldn’t have gotten custody if I didn’t do that.”
This was all new to me. I’d never heard of a
Mabel wiped the table clean of crumbs and dumped the crumbs in the sink. Mabel wasn’t good at sitting. “It was all just fine until last week when I got a note from Evelyn, saying she and Annie were going away for a while. I didn’t think much of it, but all of a sudden everyone is looking for Annie. Steven came to my house a couple days ago, raising his voice and saying terrible things about Evelyn. He said she had no business taking Annie off like she did, taking her away from him and taking her out of first grade. And he said he was invoking the custody bond. And then this morning I got a phone call from the bond company telling me they were going to take my house if I didn’t help them get Annie back.”
Mabel looked around her kitchen. “I don’t know what I’d do without the house. Can they really take it from me?”
“I don’t know,” I told Mabel. “I’ve never been involved in anything like this.”
“And now they all got me worried. How do I know if Evelyn and Annie are okay? I don’t have any way of getting in touch. And it was just a note. It wasn’t even like I talked to Evelyn.”
Mabel’s eyes filled up again, and I was really hoping she wasn’t going to flat-out cry because I wasn’t great with big displays of emotion. My mother and I expressed affection through veiled compliments about gravy.
“I feel just terrible,” Mabel said. “I don’t know what to do. I thought maybe you could find Evelyn and talk to her… make sure her and Annie are all right. I could put up with losing the house, but I don’t want to lose Evelyn and Annie. I’ve got some money set aside. I don’t know how much you charge for this sort of thing.”
“I don’t charge anything. I’m not a private investigator. I don’t take on private cases like this.” Hell, I’m not even a very good bounty hunter!
Mabel picked at her apron, tears rolling down her cheeks now. “I don’t know who else to ask.”
Oh man, I don’t believe this. Mabel Markowitz, crying! This was at about the same comfort level as getting a gyno exam in the middle of Main Street at high noon.
“Okay,” I said. “I’ll see what I can do… as a neighbor.”
Mabel nodded and wiped her eyes. “I’d appreciate it.” She took an envelope from the sideboard. “I have a picture for you. It’s Annie and Evelyn. It was taken last year when Annie turned seven. And I wrote Evelyn’s address on a piece of paper for you, too. And her car and license plate.”
“Do you have a key to her house?”
“No,” Mabel said. “She never gave me one.”
