Chapter 20
Jacksonville, FL
Monday morning
BEFORE NATE WENT to class, we spent some time composing a report about the arson to Mitch and attached it to an e-mail. Then we called the insurance company and arranged for an adjuster to take a look at the ruins of the house.
“Okay, babe,” I said when we were finished. “That’s all we can do for now—except perhaps one thing.”
“What?”
“You’re gonna be getting a nice fat check from the insurance company, so we need to talk to Jim about the tax consequences of that, and to Rion about finding some rental properties for you—unless you just want to leave it in the bank earning almost nothing.”
“I don’t want to leave it in the bank,” he said. “What’s left of my trust fund is already there, and it’s not earning much.”
“First things first, then, a
