Gregory took the envelope and ripped the flap open right there on the marble floor.

He pulled out a single sheet of heavy parchment bearing the bank’s gold seal.

“Probate distribution meeting,” Gregory read aloud.

He slapped Dustin hard on the shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance.

“I told you the old lady couldn’t keep it from me forever.”

Dustin laughed and dropped his jingling keys back into his pocket.

“Does this mean you can finally pay off my credit card today?” Dustin asked.

“I’m completely drowning in minimum payments.”