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Chapters (69)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. Chapter 33
  37. Chapter 34
  38. Chapter 35
  39. Chapter 36
  40. Chapter 37
  41. Chapter 38
  42. Chapter 39
  43. Chapter 40
  44. Chapter 41
  45. Chapter 42
  46. Chapter 43
  47. Chapter 44
  48. Chapter 45
  49. Chapter 46
  50. Chapter 47
  51. Chapter 48
  52. Chapter 49
  53. Chapter 50
  54. Chapter 51
  55. Chapter 52
  56. Chapter 53
  57. Chapter 54
  58. Chapter 55
  59. Chapter 56
  60. Chapter 57
  61. Chapter 58
  62. Chapter 59
  63. Chapter 60
  64. Chapter 61
  65. Chapter 62
  66. Chapter 63
  67. Chapter 64
  68. Chapter 65
  69. AUTHOR’S NOTE

Joan came in holding a letter. “This came from Bill Eggers,” she said, handing it to Stone.

“This is an outline of Arrington’s estate,” Stone said.

“That number,” Joan said. “Is that now yours?”

“Yes, except Peter gets it when I die.”

“Then I never have to worry about paying your bills again?”

Stone chuckled. “I’m sorry, but you do. I’m not touching this money.”

“I always thought you were nuts,” Joan said, “but now I know it.”

Stone laughed. “I want these numbers kept strictly between you and me,” he said. “I don’t want anyone else to see them.”

“Sure thing,” Joan said, then returned to her office.

Stone called Bill Eggers. “Thanks for your letter, Bill,” he said.

“It’s just a summary of what I talked about with you and Peter.”

“I don’t want the money,” Stone said.

Eggers was quiet for a moment. “Stone, listen to me: I understand that your feelings are still raw about Arrington’s death and that you feel you shouldn’t profit from her passing.”

“That’s very understanding of you, Bill. It’s exactly how I feel.”

“There’s something you’re not considering, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Arrington’s feelings on the matter. When I first met with her about her estate planning she told me that you would feel this way.”

“She knew me well.”

“She also told me that, if I could keep you from doing something foolish about the money, you would eventually come to your senses. It was her wish that you have the money; she wanted that very much, and you have to take her wishes into consideration.”

“If she’d asked me, I’d have told her how I feel about her money.”

“She already knew; that’s why she didn’t ask you.”

“If she knew that, why did she make this will?”

“Because she was smarter than you, Stone. She knew that, in time, you’d understand her wisdom and accept it.”

“That hasn’t happened yet,” Stone said.

“Give it time, Stone. Take a year or two, then think about it again. You’ll find satisfying uses for the money. Now I want you to promise me you won’t do anything rash, that you’ll consult me before you start disposing of the money, even to Peter. Just let it sit there and grow.”

Stone sighed. “Oh, all right. I’ll check with you before I give it all away.”

“By the way, you need to make a decision about developing the Bel-Air property as a hotel and let Mike Freeman know. He’s got investors and a management company on hold.”

“Good point,” Stone said.

“I think developing the property is a good idea,” Eggers said. “I can’t see you living in Bel-Air, and if you need to go out there, you’ll have a house on the hotel grounds.”

“I don’t really want that,” Stone said.