Chapter 42:
The truck smells like coffee and wet dog and old leather.
Kael drives. Jax is behind us in his truck with Denny and two other boys. Florence is at the house with a contractor boarding up the windows. Ruthie's gone home with her cat.
Two counties over. Maybe an hour.
I've got the folder on my lap. I haven't let go of it since the kitchen.
"You're gonna wear a hole in it," Kael says.
"Don't care."
"Yeah you do." He glances over. "Open it again. Read it to me."
"We already read it."
"Read it again." He turns the wipers up. "I want it in my head in case something happens to the paper."
So I read it.
Water report. Land survey. The letter from the lender in Chicago. The memo with Richard Sterling's signature.
Regarding the eastern parcel: proceed with the usual method. Th
