“It’s Mom! They found Mom, and we’re going to drive up and get her.”
“Oh, good. Where is she?” I yanked some pants on and opened the door.
“She’s at the Super 8 in Lake George. With Tex Clermont, just like you said. And that Mexican.”
“Great.”
Hunny was in his boxers and sleeveless undershirt and was red-eyed but animated. He said, “One of Tom In Paine’s people nailed her and called the cops, so I guess we can’t hate Bill O’Malley and those terrible tea-baggers too much.”
“I guess not. Is coffee made? I’ll be down in a minute.”
“There’s one other thing though, Donald.” Hunny lowered his eyes and his head got a little wobbly.
“Is your mother all right?”
“Yes, it’s not Mom. That Albany police detective called. He wants to talk to me. To you, too. He’s coming over, so we have to get out of here before he gets here. I just want to hug Mom before I have to deal with anything else.”
“What’s the problem now? Is it the Brienings?”
Hunny looked at me queasily. “Yes and no.”
“So, what happened?”
“Crafts-a-Palooza burned down overnight.”
“Oh. Oh my.”
“The TV news says the police think it was arson.”
“Oh.”
“The whole mall went up in smoke and is totally destroyed.
Subway too. Though they think it started at Crafts-a-Palooza.
Both in the front and back.”
“Right. Was anybody hurt?”
“No. A fireman got scratched or something.”
“At least there were no injuries or deaths. The Brienings weren’t in there, were they?”
“No, they were at home.”
“Well, at least there’s that.”
“Are you thinking what I am thinking, Donald?”
“Sure.”
“Will we have to tell the police?”
“I think so.”
“I hate to. Stu is just a fucked-up kid.”
“I know, but he could kill people again.”
“I almost wish the Brienings were in there. I thought of what their little charred corpses would look like. But then I felt ashamed.”
“I guess now they’ll really be on the rampage. But we’ll deal with them. The important thing is that your mom is okay. Let me get dressed and then we’ll head up to Lake George. Is your mother in police custody?”
“Yes, her and Tex and Herero. Can I just have a hug before you put your shirt on?”
I hugged Hunny and kissed him lightly on the nape of the neck. Then he turned and clomped down the stairs and I headed into the bathroom.
During the hour-plus ride up to Lake George, my cell phone rang four times. One call was from Timmy, who asked if I had heard the news. I said I sure had. The three other calls were form Lieutenant Card Sanders, and I didn’t answer those. The messages he left, each one in a more urgent tone than the last, demanded that I contact him immediately. Poor guy. Dealing with celebrities could be such a hassle.
Hunny had spoken with Nelson, who was also en route to Lake George, and with his sister Miriam, who was terrified that the Brienings might not wait to be paid off but might just call the DA and announce to the world that Mrs. Van Horn was a
“lowlife.”
Art said, “Maybe you could get Stu Hood to burn your sister’s house down, Hunny. With her in it.”
“Artie, luv, don’t say that. Miriam is a bitch, but she is family.”
“I’m so glad I am an only child. Mom and Dad had me, and I guess then they said maybe we could do better, but let’s not press our luck.”
Hunny had learned from Nelson that the renegade oldsters and their pal Herero were at the Lake George police station, and my GPS led us there directly. An old Dodge Dart with Texas tags was parked out front next to two police cruisers, and Hunny said,
“That clunker must belong to the Mexican.”
We were led into a small conference room that smelled of stale coffee, and no more than a minute after we were seated there was a commotion in the corridor and two uniformed officers led an older, wrinklier, female version of Hunny into the room.
The cops politely went out and closed the door behind them as Hunny leaped to his feet and yelled, “Mom! Mom!” and grabbed the old lady and kissed her on one cheek and then the other cheek and then the first one again.
“Oh, Huntington, what a surprise this is! I’m having such a fabulous time, Hunny, and it’s so nice that you and Arthur could pop in and share it with us. We’ve been having soooo much fun! I never thought I would have this much fun again — stuck in that 200 Richard Stevenson stinky old home — but Tex and Herero rescued my bored- to-tears old bones for this little vacation from old age, bless their hearts.”
Mrs. Van Horn was gotten up in a chic box-seat-at-Saratoga outfit, beige silk slacks and top, pearl earrings and a Texas-style big-hair do that in no way resembled the old-lady perm in her photos. The hair-do may have been the reason no one recognized her before Tom In Paine’s snitch zeroed in on the Golden Gardens runaway.
“But Mother Van Horn,” Art said, “Hunny was so worried about you, and so was everyone else.”
“Mom, folks have been looking high and low for you. You didn’t tell Mrs. Kerisiotis you were leaving, and everybody has been scouring the countryside looking for your corpse. Mom, you have given us all a terrible scare, you little dickens, you!”
“Oh, Lord, did I forget to call Golden Gardens and say I’d be away for a few days? It must have slipped my mind. You know how forgetful I’ve gotten. Oh, for heaven’s sakes, I do apologize if I caused any bother.”
“But didn’t you see yourself on TV? It’s been all over the news that you were a missing person.”
“Oh, I guess we weren’t watching that channel. Tex and I watch qvC. I don’t know why Herero didn’t see that. He watches the news, plus Mtv and boxing. Hunny, you know I never liked looking at the news. It is so depressing. I like The Golden Girls and shopping. I don’t buy, just look, for the most part. But Tex got some nice jewelry, some fling for Herero and a couple of nice things for me, what I’ve got on. I forgot to bring clothes, you know. Tex had things sent overnight right to the Super 8 were we were staying in our very nice room.”
“I think you mean bling,” Hunny said. “Now, Antoine and the twins and this psychic from Vermont looked for you at the Super 8, but they didn’t see you anywhere.”
“I guess we were out sightseeing, maybe riding around on the paddle boat. Or over at that nice restaurant with the stuffed haddock.”
“Where are Tex and her friend now?”
“Tex is in the lady’s. She’ll be crawling down here in a minute or so. Herero must be waiting for her. He is so good to Eileen.
It’s not easy for her with her walker at the track, but Herero got her a wheelchair to get us from the parking lot to our seats, and he went and placed our bets.”
“What track? Saratoga?”
“You know, Hunny, Nola Conklin had her TV on last week and there was this announcer saying the races were going on, and I got to missing the track. I did used to love the ponies. So when Tex called, I just said, why don’t you ride up here with that nice young aide who wants to marry you, and we’ll have a few cocktails and a nice time for a week or so, and then we’ll go back to rotting away in our old folks homes. Well, Tex just leaped at the opportunity. Tex has her daughter down there, but she never comes to see her, not like Hunny. Nola told me you had won a lot of money in the lottery, Hunny, so I figured I could hit you up for a tenner if need be. But I never wanted to be a
