Page 339 of Devil’s Disciples

You always loved making the world a more beautiful place. As most of the money was inherited from Abby, and Abby enjoyed beautiful things (flowers included) you made the most logical sense to inherit my fortune. Well, half of it, anyway. So, that’s what you’ll get. Half of whatever I’ve got at the time I die. Right now, that’s a pretty good chunk of money.

Just in case you’re wondering, the other half is going to George, at the diner. If he’s passed on, the entire sum is scheduled to go to you.

Speaking of George, I’ll need a favor from you. It’s written into the will, so there’s no getting around it.

I left Eleanor to George. No sense in the five of you fighting over her, and George took a liking to her the moment he saw her the first time.

You never cared much for cages anyway.

But guess what, “Gordon”?

You’ve got to deliver her to him.

Enjoy the drive, Brother.

(Imagine me laughing so hard I can barely write, because that’s what’s happening right now)

Keep the X5M in the garage, and use it as needed to get you fuckers around on your jobs. That fucker is nimble, fast, and will haul anything you need to without fail. I can’t decide which of you will become the driver, because there isn’t a one of you that can drive a car to save your ass.

I’m sure you’ll figure something out. If you happen to get another driver, have them make the X5M their own. Becoming one with your getaway car is critical to succeeding.

Give Tito my laptop and tell him to wipe the hard drive clean before he sets it on fire. Make sure Baker gets my music collection, although it’s not much. Give that crazy-assed Reno my guns, because you’ve got too many of ‘em as it is. And Cash? Just give that big dumb prick a hug and then slap him in the nuts.

Give Kim and Andy and whoever else might be around a hug and tell them I love ‘em like sisters. Don’t know how often I’ll update this letter, but knowing me, it won’t be very often.

Tell the fellas I love ‘em, and live your life knowing I love you, too, Brother.

Abby and I will see you on the other side whenever you show up. Until then, I’ll keep an eye on you and the fellas the best I’m able.

Ghost (A real one now, I guess)”

I’d practiced reading it enough times throughout the night that I was able to do so without becoming too emotional. I folded the letter, laid it in my lap, and looked up.

Baker laughed and cried at the same time. “Fucker called you Gordon. If anyone knows how much you hate that name, he does.”

I coughed out a laugh and almost joined Baker in shedding tears. Almost. “Broke his fucking wrist with an axe handle over it.”

He wiped his eyes with the heel of his palm. “And he’s making you deliver the car? That’s funnier than hell.”

“It wasn’t that funny,” I said dryly. “Already delivered it.”

“He must have thought highly of George. I hope he takes care of it.”

“I’m sure he will.” I leaned over the edge of the desk and handed him the letter. “That’s a copy I made. You can keep it.”

He unfolded the letter and studied it.

“Did you know Ghost built a car for that guy?” I asked.

He set the letter aside. “What guy?”

“George.”

“He never mentioned it, no.”

“He did. A Mercury Marauder. Saw pictures of it. Bad ass motherfucker, as far as cars go.”

“I’ll be damned,” he said.