Found Money (1999) by Grippando James

Author:Grippando, James [James, Grippando,]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2011-01-04T18:06:06.921000+00:00

Chapter 35

Amy had taken her daughter to Denver only a dozen times or so in her young life, and each time it seemed their destination was LoDo -- short for lower downtown. It had two of Taylor's favorite attractions: the world-renowned roller coaster at Elitch Garden Amusement Park and the Colorado Rockies professional baseball team at Coors Field. Of special moment that Wednesday night was "hat night" at the ballpark. The first ten thousand fans through the gate would receive a free baseball cap. Taylor was certain that fans would be coming from places as far away as Pluto for such a tempting giveaway. Mommy had to take her. On the heels of the break-in at their apartment, some time away from Boulder would do them both good.

Built of red brick and green steel, Coors Field was one of the league's new breed of "baseball-only" stadiums that had the aura of an old ballpark. A natural grass playing field and intimate seating arrangement gave ball games the feeling they used to have, before domed stadiums and artificial turf became so popular. Even the nostalgia buffs, however, appreciated the modern touches, such as big-screen scoreboards, plenty of concession areas, and enough rest rooms to ensure that a second-inning trip with Taylor to the potty didn't mean a return sometime after the seventh-inning stretch.

It was a cool summer evening, perfect for a ball game. They sat in the cheaper seats in right field. Taylor brought her baseball mitt to catch any long home runs. The free cap was several sizes too big and kept falling over her eyes, completely blocking her vision. Every twenty seconds it was "What's happening now, Mommy?" Amy had to play radio announcer for the entire first inning until Taylor finally tired of the silliness and agreed to lose the hat.

By the sixth inning, Taylor's eyes were getting heavy. She was starting to slump in her seat. Amy, too, had drifted away from the game. She was thinking of the conversation she'd had with Marilyn Gaslow. She could actually see Marilyn's office from the stadium. The lights burned late on the forty-second floor. She wondered if Marilyn was still there. She wondered if Marilyn had spoken to anyone about their conversation.

She quickly shook away her doubts. Talking to Marilyn was like talking to Gram. Without the guilt.

Still, it was bothersome that Marilyn didn't quite seem to believe her. Amy wasn't sure which part of the story had been so difficult for Marilyn to swallow. Maybe she didn't believe a word about the two hundred thousand dollars in the first place. Maybe she didn't believe Amy had no connection to the dying old man who had sent it. Worse yet, she wondered if Marilyn had conveyed her own hidden sentiments when she'd warned that others might call her a whore.

Good thing she hadn't mentioned that his son Ryan was a heartthrob. It would only have fueled Marilyn's suspicions.

"Me tired," said Taylor. She was half in her own seat, half in Amy's lap.

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