The trust awarded its first scholarships.
One went to a girl whose parents had lost their farm through a foreclosure connected to Victor’s network.
Another went to Luis’s grandson, Mateo, who wanted to study agricultural engineering.
At sunset, Samuel approached carrying an envelope.
“This arrived at my office yesterday.”
The return address belonged to a law firm in Chicago.
Inside was a notice concerning an estate.
A woman named Margaret Hale had d/i/ed at ninety-four.
She was Victor’s mother.
I almost handed the letter back.
“I want nothing from that family.”
“You should read it.”
Margaret’s will stated that after learning of her son’s cr/i/mes, she had changed her estate plan. She directed that nearly twelve million dollars be transferred to the Daniel and Evelyn Carter Agricultural Trust.
I read the number three times.
“This cannot be real.”
“It is.”
“Why us?”
