Page 60 of Mercy (The Sins Trilogy 3)
Wei shakes his head. “Not as far as I know. Marty’s the only child Sam had. The will’s straightforward—Marty gets everything. The only person who could challenge that—maybe—is your fiancée, but I doubt she’ll bother.”
No, she wouldn’t. She doesn’t have an ounce of material greed in her.
I dismiss Wei, then swivel my chair to the view of the city. Tall buildings spear the skyline—pristine blue save for a single serrated cloud cutting across.
What are Mother and Marty looking for?
If Sam had something over her, it makes sense she’d want it found and destroyed. But why is she involving Marty in the search? He’d want to use it against her, just like his father.
Although Sam was a shit, at least he never crossed the line and did his best to keep his reputation as clean as possible. Marty is another matter. He not only wants to be significant, he wants to feel significant.
Sadly, that’s meant a lot of stupid choices—whoring, drinking too much, mouthing off, acting superior to anybody he deems beneath him.
Even if he inherits Peacher & Son, he isn’t smart enough to manage it. I’d wager a million dollars he’ll bankrupt that company within a year. Which means he needs a way to force somebody like Mother to continue to invest in its projects, unless he wants me and others to pick off the salvageable pieces of Peacher & Son.
I lean back in my seat and stare at the lone cloud. Maybe I’ve been on the wrong track all this time. Maybe Sam didn’t force Mother. Maybe they had a mutual enemy they were working together against. And her investments were a show of goodwill. It’d make sense then that she’s trying to find whatever Sam had over their common foe with Marty, the ultimate daddy’s boy.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. There’s no need to obsess over what Mother’s up to. What I need to worry about is who hit Ivy’s Lexus all those years ago—because I’m sure it’s the same fucker who tried to kill us on Saturday.
