CHAPTER 27
I MET DAN six months after I got married. I’d started making decent money by that point, and I wanted to donate some of it to people who hadn’t been given the chances Black offered me. One dreary Saturday, I took a trip into Richmond to visit a homeless shelter. I’d met with the people who ran it the previous month, and their ability to do so much with so little funding impressed me. What could they do with a bit more cash?
Two cheques crinkled in my pocket. I’d written the first, and back then, those ten thousand dollars were a lot to me. Although we charged a bomb for my work, my income was sporadic as we ploughed all our profits back into Blackwood’s expansion rather than paying ourselves inflated salaries.
The second cheque came from Black. When he heard my plans, he’d of
