I took a seat beside Grant in the trust office, where Celia laid out the final contract and a thin folder of public materials.
The contract gave Northline control of the terminal for ninety-nine years. The trust would receive enough to settle its debts and fund the memorial. The cooperative would receive moving expenses and twelve months of rent at the inland building.
It still wasn't enough to keep the workers together or operate the largest machines.
Celia placed the revised statement in front of Grant. "We've taken your concerns into account."
I read it. It said the company had failed to maintain a safe system. It said management had ignored repeated warnings. It also said Grant had played a limited role in the sequence of decisions that led to the fire.
"Limited?" I asked.
Celia'
