Chapter 17 - An Unexpected Package Arrives
Two years later, on a quiet autumn afternoon in 2026, a certified express package arrived at my cabin from the federal penitentiary in Illinois.
Inside was an unedited handwritten letter from Sabrina Vance, along with a small brass key attached to a heavy black leather tag.
I sat at my porch table, looking out over the glowing orange forest as I unfolded the letter written in sharp, manic penmanship.
“Abraham,” the letter began, my eyes reading the bitter, frantic words written from a federal cell.
“You think you won. You think you saved your son and destroyed my father’s legacy.”
“You have no idea what Victor hid in the private vault beneath our lake house in Ozark.”
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“Inside that vault are the original land deeds proving that Heartland Freight’s master terminal sits on property my grandfather bought in 1952.”
“If you don’t drop the civil restitution claims against my remaining estate, my lawyers will release those deeds to the federal land court next week.”
