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There were so many real-world things Zach had no way of understanding. Beck explained the concept of a lease in the most basic terms, along with the consequences of breaking one, before he described Seth’s one-bedroom unit with state-of-the-art security.
“It sounds like a good fit,” Zach mused.
“It’s a great complex with a swimming pool, fitness center, and a clubhouse. There’s a grocery store and tons of restaurants right around the corner, so you won’t go hungry.”
Zach nodded. “Are you sure Seth won’t mind me staying there?”
“Not at all. We talked about it last night, and he offered to let you stay at the apartment. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure. I don’t have a schedule to keep, so let me know when you’re available.”
“We can go now. It won’t take more than a few minutes.”
“It’s that close?”
“Yeah,” Beck assured. “It’s just a few minutes by car, so if you’d like company or want to visit, all you have to do is call. I’ll slip over and pick you up.” Beck frowned. “But you’ll eventually need your own set of wheels.”
“Wheels?”
“A new truck.”
Zach didn’t look happy. “Do I have to get a truck?”
The question took Beck aback. Living with The Chosen, his brother had no doubt driven nothing but high-utility vehicles for years, so he’d assumed… “No. You can get whatever kind of car you want.”
“I want one like yours.”
That shocked him. “A sports car?”
“Yeah. A red one, sleek and flashy.”
Beck was about to let Zach down gently and tell him he couldn’t afford a Mercedes convertible when he remembered their raid on Jed’s safe. “How much money did you take from Messiah City?”
“Everything in Jed’s office—stacks of cash, bars of gold, stocks, and jewelry.”
“What did you do with it?” Beck mentally kicked himself for not asking sooner.
“It’s downstairs, in my suitcase.”
Seriously? “Did Jericho give you any idea how much all that is worth?”
“On the flight here, he took stock of everything. He said that, after selling the land Messiah City sits on, which I’ll eventually inherit, I’ll have around twenty million dollars.”
Beck nearly choked on his coffee. “Are you shitting me?”
“No. And after watching many episodes of The Price is Right, I realize that’s a lot of money. I-I wasn’t sure before. But I gave a couple million to Jericho to pass on to those who have left The Chosen’s way of life. They’ll need a solid start, too.”
Quick math told Beck he’d given each of the survivors close to a hundred thousand dollars—way more than most people leaving a cult had to begin again.
“Maybe I should give them more.” Zach frowned. “I’m not greedy.”
“You’re not. You did fine,” Beck assured.
Still, it was obvious he had a lot to teach Zach about money.
“And you can buy any car you want,” he told his brother. “You could buy a house, too. A damn yacht even.”
“I-I don’t think I need all that.”
