Victor instructed him not to contact you unless the conditions in the letter were met.”
“What conditions?”
Martin’s expression softened.
“You had to suspect wrongdoing.”
My thoughts returned to the letter in my briefcase.
Victor had not merely anticipated that I might need financial protection.
He had anticipated that I might one day need permission to stop protecting everyone else.
It was sent from Ruth’s private account to Martin six years earlier, shortly after Victor’s funeral.
The subject line read: Andrew’s future.
Martin had printed the entire exchange.
Martin,
Victor
