Page 46 of Freeing Ruby

After I hand the packages to Miguel, I follow him to the door so I can lock up after he’s gone. I wait by the door for him to return, watching out the peephole. When I see him approaching, I unlock the door and open it.

He doesn’t look happy. When I reach for my mail, he pulls it back out of reach.

“What is it?” I ask. Obviously, something’s wrong.

“There was a note in your mailbox. Something printed off a computer.”

I hold out my hand. “Let me see it.”

Miguel hands me a sheet of paper folded in thirds. I open it up to see these lines:

GET RID OF HIM.

YOUR MINE.

“He spelled you’re wrong,” Miguel observes.

I smile. “Seriously? You’re correcting my stalker’s grammar?”

He shrugs. “I guess so.”

“Now do you believe me about the notes?”

“Yes.”

“I know what you’re thinking,” I say.

“What?” he asks.

“That Darren did it.”

“He certainly could have. So could Rick. Honestly, anyone could have. There’s something else,” he says, as he hands me a business envelope. “Who is Craig T. Martin, Esq?”

I immediately relax. “Oh, that’s fine. He’s my attorney.”

“The envelope says estate planning. Why is an estate planning attorney writing to you?”

“Because he manages my trust fund.”

“What trust fund?”

“My mom left all of her financial assets to me in a trust fund. I’ll have access to the money when I turn twenty-five.”

“And when is that?”

“In two months.”

“How much is your trust fund worth?”

“Five hundred million dollars.”

His eyes widen. “Holy shit! And you’re just now telling me this?”

“I didn’t think it was relevant.”

“What about your dad?”

“What about him?”

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