Chapter 27 — The Letter

Seven years after that rainy morning at the terminal, Everett — thinner now, walking with a cane, his hair gone white — called Desmond to his office and laid a final summary of the payments across the desk.

“Posy is about to finish elementary school,” he said softly.

“Marlowe has asked that the extraordinary transfers end.

Your debt to the family is fully paid.” Then he took a sealed white envelope from his drawer.

“You can decide your next step after you read what she wrote.”