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$61,000 from Crafts-a-Palooza, and her restitution included interest payments and assorted fees and add-ons. The additional amounts were to be determined by a complex formula that was impossible for any of us to decipher. It looked like a contract for one of the adjustable-rate mortgages cooked up by the type of shyster lenders who had sent millions of people plunging into bankruptcy over the past year.

I said, “So you have never seen this agreement before?”

“No, but Miriam has a copy,” Hu

Antoine said, “To me, it looks like a pile of shit.”

“I think it could be exactly that,” I said. “Or semi-shit at best.

I know a lawyer who can look it over and give us an opinion and keep his mouth shut. May I take this along? I’ll have it copied.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t make any more copies,” Hu

“What if it fell into the hands of fPAAC? Or Bill O’Malley?”

The phone rang again and Hu

Hu

“Yes, yes. Oh. Oh no! Yes? Oh. How much? Oh, all right, all right! Six thirty. Yes. I’ll wait for you to call.”

He hung up and said in a quavering voice, “They’ve got Mom.

They want twenty thousand dollars for her. Oh God, oh God!”

Art said, “Twenty thousand dollars? Not twenty million?”

We all looked at Hu

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“They’re calling back at six thirty,” Hu

I tried to retrieve the caller’s number but it was blocked. I said,

“We don’t know who this person is, so we can’t deal with this on our own. Six thirty is under two hours. That’s enough time to get the police to monitor and trace the next call. I think you should do that, Hu

Art muttered, “Those bastards.”

“Your mom is an old lady who had a good life,” Antoine said.

“But her time hasn’t come yet. I just know it. I would just pay the twenty K. Girl, that’s pocket change for you.”

I said, “The caller was a man?”

“Yes. Or a serious dyke-a-rooney. But I think a man, yes.”

“But it was not a voice you recognized?”

“No, I’d have recognized a voice I recognized. Oh, Lord, what am I saying? I think I need a drink. Artie, dear, can you fetch me the Jack Daniels?”

“Of course, luv.”

Art retrieved a bottle from under the sink and said to Hu

“Anyway, you don’t have twenty thousand dollars in cash. How much do you think you have on hand?”

“Seventy or eighty dollars.”

“I might have a hundred.”

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“I could come up with forty,” Antoine said.

“I have the billion dollars in my checking account,” Hu

“Even if you went to forty different AtMs,” Antoine said, “I don’t think it works that way. I’ve tried it.”

The phone rang again and Hu

“Huntington Van Horn speaking. No, no, I have not. Now, I am quite busy. Please speak to my press representative, Mrs.

Whitney. I’ll send her out in a few minutes, but right now she is helping the boys with their homework.”

Hu

In fact, I think Bill O’Malley should interview Marylou instead.

I’ve had my fifteen minutes of fame, and do you know what? I am sick of it. If I hadn’t won the lottery, none of this with the Brienings and the blackmailers and the kidnappers would ever have happened! Oh, God, God, what should I do about Mom?

Oh, poor, poor Mom. Donald, do you really think they would hurt an old lady like that? Oh, she must be so frightened.”

“I don’t know if they would actually harm your mother, Hu

— and maybe even arrange for you to borrow the cash — and then track the kidnappers to wherever you mom is being held.

The twenty thousand figure suggests to me that these people are small-bore amateurs who aren’t likely to grasp what they’re really into. This doesn’t sound like the mob or some Mexican drug cartel or a major psychopath. What it sounds like is some opportunistic hapless dorks. These are the kinds of people cops run into all the time, and dealing with them is generally a piece CoCkeyed 81

of cake.”

Hu

“I remember. But nearly all of those goons are gone. I know somebody in the department I can call and get the ball rolling if you decide that’s the way you want to go, and it’s what I suggest.

But you really have to decide now.”

Hu

He seemed about to speak when the phone rang again.

“Hu

But I can’t deal with that matter at this particular moment. Don’t you know that my mother is missing from Golden Gardens?”

Hu

“Stu Hood?” Art asked.

Hu

Antoine said, “I have enjoyed Stu’s company on a few occasions. Stu can be fun. Just so he doesn’t ask you for a match.”

I had my cell phone out and was poised to dial the number of a young Albany police detective I knew who was smart and competent and would not likely be freaked out by Hu

But now Hu

“Hu

listened with big eyes. “Are you serious?” Now he was slumping over the table and shaking his head. “Did you call before? About ten minutes ago?” He looked exhausted, on the verge of collapse.

“Well, someone else claims to have my mom also. Why should I believe you? What is going on?”