Found Money by James Grippando Read Free Book Online Page B

Windsor chair from his old desk. There had been no option but to tell her. Half the money was rightfully hers. Still, hehadn’t expected her to go giddy on him. At least not on the very same day their father had been buried.
    “Easy, Sarah. There is a catch.”
    Her excitement slowly faded. “A catch?”
    “It’s not really found money, so to speak. At best, it’s tainted.”
    “In what way?”
    “Dad got it by blackmailing somebody.”
    Her eyes widened once again, this time with anger. “If this is your idea of a joke, I’m—”
    “It’s no joke.” In minutes, he explained all he knew—in particular, how neither he nor their mother knew who had paid the money. “The only thing he told Mom was that the guy deserved to be blackmailed.”
    “Then we deserve to keep it.”
    “Sarah, we don’t know that.”
    “What do you want to do, give it back?”
    He said nothing.
    His sister shot him a troubled look. “You can’t be serious.”
    “I just want to get some basic questions answered before we do anything. For all we know, Dad extorted some poor old fart for every cent he was worth. Or maybe he was forced to steal to meet Dad’s demands. And what horrible thing did this guy do in the first place to make him vulnerable to blackmail?”
    “Don’t you think we owe it to our father to trust his judgment on those questions?”
    “Hell, no. I loved Dad, but the bottom line is, he was a blackmailer. Morality aside, this money raises some serious legal problems. If the IRS or FBI gets wind of the fact that Dad somehow came into two million dollars without winning the Lotto, someone—namely us —is going to have some serious explaining to do.”
    “Fine. Then give me my million, and you can do whatever you want with yours. I’ll take my chances. But from where I sit, it seems like lawyers are pretty damn good at keeping millionaires out of trouble.”
    “I don’t want to fight with you over this. We need a plan, one we both can stick to.”
    She struggled for a deep breath, shifting her pregnant body awkwardly in her chair. The slightest movement seemed to bring on discomfort. “Damn it, Ryan. You’ve got my hemorrhoids flaring up.”
    “I’ll write you a prescription,” he said dryly.
    “Wouldn’t do any good. I couldn’t afford to get it filled. Look at the realities, Ryan. It’s been a tough year for the whole family. On top of Dad’s doctor bills, pretty soon we’re going to have to figure out a way to take care of Mom. She depended on Dad for everything, so you can bet she’ll look to us now. You’re in the middle of a divorce, and even though Liz has been acting pretty civil toward the family, I think it says something that she didn’t come to the funeral. From what I hear, she’s gone out and hired a shark of a Denver divorce lawyer who has a reputation for leaving husbands flat broke.”
    “Sarah, I can deal with my own problems.”
    “Well, I’ve got problems of my own. At my age, it ended up costing me and Brent a fortune to get pregnant. All these fertility drugs aren’t cheap. We’re up to our eyeballs in debt, and the baby isn’t even born yet. And the way Mom keeps nagging, I shouldn’t have to remind you that Brent hasn’t worked since they closed down the plant.”
    “You think two million dollars can solve the world’s problems?”
    “No. But it can solve ours.”
    “It might create more problems than it solves.”
    “Only if you let it, Ryan. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see my million dollars.”
    He shook his head. “We can’t split it up until we have an agreement on what we’re going to do with it.”
    “It’s my money. I’ll do what I want.”
    “We have to stick together on this. There’s all kinds of issues to resolve. Not the least of which is possible estate tax.”
    “Jeez, Ryan. Just take the money, and be happy.”
    “I’m the executor of the estate. It’s my neck on the line. Blackmail is illegal, you know. We’re talking