CHAPTER 33
XAV STOOD WITH his arms folded, watching as the excavator bit into the first patch of vivid green turf. The yellow bulk of the machine looked out of place against the forest beyond.
He turned to Emmy, standing next to him on the hill. “I understand tradition dictates we should have some kind of ceremony, but I don’t feel like there’s much to celebrate, do you?”
“Seven good men and most likely one kid lost their lives over this, and Nick got shot. I’m with you there.” She turned to face him. “Sure you want to live here? There’s still time to change your mind.”
“No, it’s the right decision. I’ve had two years to think about things. I spent ten years saying I’d quit once I’d made fifty million dollars, and when I hit that target, I didn’t pause to consider whether retiring was
