“No.
Older.”
“What does it say?”
“It leaves Richard’s residual estate to Adrian.”
My mouth fell open.
“You just told me Richard created the trust.”
“He did.”
“So what estate is left?”
“Very little.”
“How little?”
“Approximately sixty thousand dollars in personal property and a holding company.”
“What holding company?”
“Hale Legacy Corporation.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“And what does it own?”
Thomas’s expression became unreadable.
“Richard wanted Adrian to answer that question himself.”
Before I could respond, tires crunched over the gravel outside.
Thomas turned toward the windows.
A black Mercedes stopped in front of the house.
The man who stepped out looked about forty-five.
Tall.
Expensive overcoat.
Perfect hair.
He did not knock.
He walked inside.
“Thomas.”
His voice carried through the foyer.
