I meant to gut the rot out of it, to keep the workers who had done nothing wrong, to strip out the corruption the Ostranders had woven through it for three decades, and to rebuild it into something that did not poison everything it touched.

That felt like the truest justice available — not to destroy what they had built, but to redeem it, to take the machine that had been powered by my stolen life and turn it to something honest.

Dexter had wanted the Carrington fortune.

In the end the Carringtons got his.

But we would do with it what his family never had: build something clean, and keep the people, and let the name that had been a byword for theft become, quietly, over the years, a thing that could be trusted.

That is a better revenge than ruin.