Chapter 7 - Mission Impossible
Trish's point of view...
Once again, I am driving up the mountain in my mom's Porsche to see Uncle Steve. This time my mood is anything but happy and carefree. I fear I may find a dead body. Mom and I battled in front of him, about him and then that bitch Linda cheats on him. He won't or can't answer his phone and nobody has heard from him in two days, when we were last up there. I am sick with worry about Steve.
As I pull up to the house, I'm shocked. I start to cry. Pounded into the front lawn is a stake. Hanging from the stake is a sign, "For sale, motivated to sell quick." There is a local number and it is a local real estate agent.
I speed dial mom, she answers, I am crying, "He's gone. Steve's house is for sale and he's gone. I ruined everything."
I am a sobbing mess of human flesh and find myself on the ground, unable to stand.
Mom is clear-headed and calm, "Steve makes a list of everything. Look for scratch pads. Use a pencil to make a rubbing impression, you know, lightly wave a pencil on the paper and the writing will be white. Just hope he writes hard enough so you can read it. Also try to find his computer and look at Word, email, and his browsing history. Call me when you know something." She hangs up.
I am a detective now. It turns out to be incredibly easy. He isn't trying to hide his tracks. Why not? There is a list of things to do. Sell the house, trip to New York. Late tomorrow he takes a flight to Paris for two days, Amsterdam for three days, Madrid for two days, and finally Rome. Browser history shows searches for brothels or escort services in each city. His phone is on his desk and I can see he made calls to each place. Checking email, I see receipt for a Last Will and Testament. It has instructions to sign and put in his safe.
I check the safe and there is the Will on top, signed, naming mom and me as his beneficiaries.
Back to list, concentrate on tomorrow. Say goodbye to a restaurant, a bar, a nightclub, then see a Yankee game before heading out of the country. I start printing everything off. Will leaves everything to mom and me. The lawyer asks if he is sure about liquating the house, he says yes, nobody wants to live there anyway. It's all too easy to see why he is doing this. We broke his heart. All he did was want to help.
I try to puke but it's just dry heaves, nothing comes up and now I feel worse. I know this has almost everything to do with me. I killed my uncle. I break into tears. I am crying so hard I can't call mom. Lucky me, she calls me back. I am breathing hard, trying not to get sick, and feeling bad for the way things are. There isn't a thing we can do. We have no money.
Mom is very direct with me, "You have one minute to summarize all you know."
I try my best, "Tomorrow he says goodbye to a few favorite places in NYC, then go to a Yankee game. Tomorrow night he flies to a series of romantic cities for a week where he will meet whores. There is nothing else after seven days. He just wrote a Will - he leaves everything to us."
Mom says two words, "Conference Linda."
I look up Linda's number and call.
Someone answers the phone, but it isn't Linda, "Oh thank God you called Steve. Linda has been sick because of what happened. She's filming right now. Your number was the only one I was to answer. She really loves you."
I reply, "That's a great story lady. Who the fuck are you?"
The confused girl says, "You are not Steve. What's going on here?"
Mom is mad but calm, "Look, I'm Steve's sister. My daughter and I had a fight with him two days ago. Later that day he saw the story about Linda, and they had a short conversation before he turns off his phone. Today my daughter drives to his house and finds no Steve but a for sale sign. We then find out he is making a farewell tour in New York tomorrow. After that, it is seven days overseas with whores and escorts. Nothing exists after that other than his Will."
Mom is hyperventilating now, "If we don't catch him tomorrow none of us will ever see him again."
Tammy says, "My name is Tammy, I'm Linda's personal assistant. We can't allow this to happen. She is already devastated, if he kills himself ... oh my, no, that will not be good. It's already late tonight. Shit, that doesn't give me enough time. No, I can do this. Ok. Ok. I need to go. Um. Go to the airport. I need you there regardless of how I do this. I will send you more instructions. Text me your license plate number. You want the private plane entrance. If you can't find it, I will get you instructions. I will call you when I get more info. Bye." She hangs up.
I say to mom, "You are on the way to the airport, I will pick you up in a while. Bye."
An hour later I get a call from Linda, she is in tears, "I am sorry. I am so sorry."
I say to Linda, "I got fifty pages of intelligence printed out. I'm on my way to an airport and between mom and me I suspect we have $40 dollars cash. I can't save Steve without your help. Are you in or out?"
Linda pops up, "I'll do anything for him. I really love him. I only got a few words from Tammy. It sounds bad. She is stealing a corporate jet, two pilots, and a ton of fuel. I will call your mom, give her the directions and then meet you at the airport. Tammy and I are in a limo now on our way to the airport with a film crew. Drive safe, we will find him one way or another. I promise. See you on the plane."
Why does she have a film crew?
Chapter 9 - The Search
Because of traffic, we will get to the airport shortly after they do. They have a one-hour flight still, I have no need to drive fast and unsafe. I still do. I can't help it. I am scared and without Linda, I am helpless to save him. They love each other, he doesn't love me. No, he does love me, he proved it a few days ago. It's different though. He can marry Linda and not me. She cheated on him. For two days!
It is an excruciatingly long ride home. I worry about where I stand with mom. How will Linda respond to us? How will she respond to me fucking him? Does she know? Does mom care? Yes, she does. Why?
No wonder he took off, his life is a royal mess right now. Do we want this on film? No. I pull up to our apartment building and mom is waiting outside for me. She jumps in and I speed off. Immediately she tells me, "Slow down." Moms!
Mom has a million questions. I reach behind and pull out the file. She turns on the reading lamp and starts drawing her own conclusions.