Marcus received a longer one.

Their seized assets were liquidated and returned, dollar for dollar, to Northstar and to the employee medical fund they had robbed.

And Adrian moved into a single rented room above an auto repair shop, and began sending me letters, full of regret and confusion and, I suspect, a genuine bewilderment that the world had finally presented him with a bill.

I returned every envelope unopened.

I had read enough of his handwriting to last a lifetime.

Chapter 17 — The Room Where I Built My Freedom