Chapter Forty-five
Evie accepted Finn’s offer to drive her to the gas station. All the way over, her mind was racing. Had her mother accepted the same deal that Mrs. Yetner had been offered? Was that why she was getting those envelopes of cash that she’d apparently been too out of it to open? Was a bulldozer waiting to swoop in and crush her mother’s house and everything in it the minute she died?
“So do you still want to see the stuff from Snakapins?” Finn’s question interrupted her thoughts.
“Sorry. Do I what?”
He pulled to a stop in front of the gas station, yanked the emergency brake, and shifted in the seat to face her. “Remember, the stuff I told you about that’s in the store’s basement from Snakapins Park, the old amusement park?”
Snakapins Park and Snakapins Bungalows had been on the map in Mrs. Yetner’s bedroom. She hadn’t forgotten Finn’s comment that there were remnants of the park in the store’s basement, and of course she wanted to see them.
“A night later this week?” he said. “After I close the store? By then I should have some answers about what’s going on.”
Later in the week? Would she still be there? Already what she’d thought would be a few overnights had turned into nearly a week.
“What? Don’t tell me your nights are all booked,” he said.
“No, it’s not that—”
“Good. You know, I always thought all that stuff moldering down there was nothing more than junk that no one had gotten around to tossing out. You can tell me if any of it is worth preserving. I don’t even know what’s in half the boxes. ”
“How many boxes?” Evie asked.
“Lots.”
Probably they were filled with decaying junk, Evie told herself. Still, the prospect of being the first to open up a cache of storage boxes that had been closed for decades? It was the kind of thing she lived for.
“Besides,” Finn went on, reaching across for the passenger door handle, “you look like you could use a real meal. Aren’t you sick of those chicken potpies?”
“You cook, too?”
“I make a mean chili. Do you like chili?”
She nodded and got out of the car.
“Good,” he said through the open door. “See you then.”
“See you.”
He made a U-turn and waved through the window. As she watched him drive off, she caught her breath. She was excited about seeing the remnants of a 1920s amusement park. But even more, she liked that Finn wanted to know if the material was worth preserving, not how much it was worth.
As if on cue, her cell phone rang. Seth.
“Hi, babe.”
Evie grimaced. She’d told him she hated when he called her that. “So how was the game?” she asked.
“They lost. Insane defense. Minor screwups, lousy offensive rebounds, throwing the ball out of bounds, jumping off the court and diving on the floor. I mean, what’s that all about? Sorry about changing plans on you,” he continued, barely missing a beat. “I know you’re not crazy about basketball. But, hey, great seats. How could I not go? How about we go out for Chinese tomorrow? I’ll make a reservation at the Shun Lee Palace.”
“Seth, I doubt if I’ll be back tomorrow. Besides, I wanted to go to Chinatown for soup dumplings.”
“I’m sure they have soup dumplings at the Shun Lee.”
They probably did. Four miniature ones for the same price that you could get two bamboo steamers full of them at the Soup Dumpling House.
“I hear they have a sensational Peking duck,” Seth said into her silence, his voice coaxing.
They probably had Seth’s favorite Polish vodka, too. “Are you going to ask about my mother?” she asked, not bothering to soften the annoyed edge in her voice.
She could hear him breathing on the other end of the line. Finally, “I’m sorry. Of course. How is she?”
“She’s dying, Seth. And the house is a complete wreck. And I’m holding it together, but basically I’m a complete wreck, too. Which I know isn’t what you want to hear when you’re making dinner reservations.”
“Hey, babe, it’s not your fault.”
Not her fault? Was he really that clueless?
“And you know,” Evie said, taking a quick breath before plunging on, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I don’t really like steaks. Or martinis. Or the smell of cigar smoke, even when you smoked hours ago and brushed your teeth.”
After that, a pit of silence before Seth exploded with, “Is that so? Well, while we’re on the subject, I don’t like soup dumplings. Chinatown is dirty. And I could care less about an old airplane engine lying at the bottom of an elevator shaft.”
“I guess it wouldn’t make much of a tie tack, would it?” Evie shot back, and she disconnected the call. She stared at the phone for a few moments before shoving it back into her purse. As if mocking her, a shiny black Lincoln town car rolled past, as out of place in the neighborhood as Seth had been in her life.
Squashing the teeny-tiniest pang of regret, she turned to face the gas station. It looked nothing like it had when Evie used to ride there with her dad to fill up their car. Back then there’d been a single island with gas pumps on either side, serviced by a pair of nimble gas jockeys who cleaned and squeegeed windshields and offered to top off the oil. Now there were four islands with two pumps each, all but one of them self-serve, and a single attendant who pumped gas if someone actually pulled into the “full serve” spot.
But one thing was still there. Over the garage doors was a wonderfully detailed bas-relief of the front end of a 1930s car that seemed to emerge from a medallion of concrete. With its muscular fenders, exposed headlights, and distinctive grille, Evie guessed it was supposed to be a DeSoto.
Evie walked into a little glassed-in office tucked into the front corner of the garage. When she gave her name at the desk, the man whom she recognized as one of the brothers who’d inherited the business pulled out a bill. Jack was stitched over the pocket of his work shirt.
“I used to come in here years ago with my dad,” Evie told him. “It looks so different out there, but in here it’s exactly the same.”
He looked at the bill. “Ferrante?” Up at her. “You’re Vinny’s girl?”
“One of them.”
“Fine man, your dad. Though we used to kid him about that heap he drove around in.”
Evie laughed, remembering her father’s Chevy Caprice woody wagon that he’d driven until the axle rusted apart. He loved that old car. It was so big that they’d once loaded a double mattress into the back of it.
“Must have gotten my love of old things from him,” she said, handing Jack her card. “If you ever tear this building down, the Historical Society would be very interested in that bas-relief over the doors.” She took him outside and showed him what she meant. “We’d come in and drill it out of there. Wouldn’t cost you a penny.”
He stared at her card for a moment, then looked up into the roof peak and scratched his head. “Really? What’s it worth?”
“It’s worth preserving.”
After Evie paid, Jack said, “Got a minute?” He led her out into the garage, which smelled of axle grease and cigarette smoke. Her mother’s car was being lowered on one of the hydraulic lifts. He went over to what looked like an enclosed broad shallow metal pan sitting on a sheet of plastic. With his toe, he lifted it. The underside was corroded and riddled with holes.
“This is the gas tank we took out of your mother’s car. It’s not unusual for gas tanks to corrode little by little over time. And of course around here we’ve got more than our share of moisture and salt. But this car’s not superold, and you can see the gas tank failure is massive. Thing is, it’s rotted from the inside. We had your mother’s car up on the lift a couple of months ago for brake work and there was nothing like this.”
“So what are you saying?”
“This isn’t normal wear and tear. To do this much damage this fast, some kind of strong acid had to have been poured directly into the tank.”
Evie stood there for a moment, blinking at the ruined gas tank and feeling sick to her stomach. The most benign explanation she could come up with was vandalism. More insidious: sabotage.
Evie drove her mother’s car from the gas station directly to the hospital where Ginger was waiting for her to take over. “She hasn’t woken up,” Ginger said when she met Evie outside the ICU. Evie had the impression that Ginger was barely holding it together. “Dr. Foran says she’s in a hepatic coma. She might have some awareness but probably not. I keep talking to her anyway. I want her to know she’s not alone.”
Evie knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Dr. Foran had said patients fell into a hepatic coma days before the end.
“At least she’s breathing on her own,” Ginger said. “She seems calm. They’re giving her pain medication, so I hope she’s not uncomfortable.”
Evie hoped Ginger was right. “Speaking of sick, how’s Tony doing?”
“His fever is down, and he’s not throwing up.” Ginger gave a tired smile. “Life goes on. Which reminds me, did you pick up the car?”
“I did. They couldn’t just patch the tank. They had to replace it. The failure was so massive the mechanic thinks someone must have poured acid into the gas tank.”
“What? But why?”
Evie had been asking herself that same question all the way over. Her mother was an easy target—an alcoholic, already alone and isolated. Take away her car and provide her with an endless flow of vodka, and it was a good bet that she’d go on a prolonged bender.
“I think it’s about the house,” Evie said.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Not the house exactly. The property. Two houses near Mom’s have been leveled in the last few months, the last one right after the owner died. And Mrs. Yetner’s nephew has been trying to get her to sign a life estate deed, signing over her property to the same people who are tearing down houses. You said Mom was excited because she was getting a regular income? That’s part of the deal.”
To Evie’s relief, Ginger didn’t even suggest that she sounded crazy. Still, she seemed a bit skeptical. “So where’s this estate deed, or whatever you call it, that Mom signed? There’d be a record, wouldn’t there?”
Evie wondered why she hadn’t thought of that. Tracing property ownership was a routine part of her work at the Historical Society. “It’s something I can find out.”
“And you say Mrs. Yetner’s nephew is trying to get her to sign one of those agreements?” Ginger said.
“I don’t think he’s getting much traction. Mrs. Yetner is pretty sharp. But I wanted to ask her what she knows about that deed. Do you mind staying with Mom a little bit longer while I go talk to her?”
But when Evie got to Mrs. Yetner’s room, two floors up, she found the bed was empty and the sheets stripped. A nurse was inside, closing the closet door. She turned and saw Evie. “Can I help you?”
“I’m sorry. My friend, Mrs. Yetner? She was in this room? An older woman. She’d dislocated her hip?”
The nurse narrowed her eyes at Evie. “Did reception tell you she was still here?”
“No, no. Nothing like that. I’m sorry.” Evie felt as if she’d been caught wandering the school hallway without a pass. “She’s my neighbor. I visited her here yesterday and I just assumed . . . and today I was here to see my mother and I thought . . . She is all right, isn’t she?”
At that, the nurse finally smiled. “Yes, she’s fine. She left a little while ago. She couldn’t find her glasses and she was very upset, so I came back to see if she left them here.”
While the nurse looked in all the drawers and cabinets, Evie checked under the bed and in the trash can. She knew how frantic Mrs. Yetner would be without her glasses, even for a few hours. That, coming on top of dislocating her hip? It was too much.
“Maybe they got wrapped up in the bedding,” the nurse said. “Otherwise I can’t imagine what happened to them. Glasses.” She shook her head. “That’s not the kind of thing anyone would steal.”
Evie took one final look around the room before following the nurse out. She’d stop over at Mrs. Yetner’s house later that night when she got home. Now she had to get back and spell Ginger.
Evie was waiting for the elevator, pressing the down button a third time even though she knew it would do no good, when a bit of sparkle in the base of a potted plant caught her eye. Using her fingers like tweezers, she reached into a mound of fake moss and pulled out a pair of white cat’s-eye glasses with rhinestones in the corners.
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