The Heir
The apples would not be ready until autumn, but the vegetables in the community garden were already being harvested—tomatoes the size of fists, peppers that glowed like jewels, corn that grew taller than Mateo.
Riley had stopped counting the days since Salinger's downfall. The news from the capital was good—the investigation had expanded, drawing in more names, more companies, more governments. Vivian had become a key witness, her testimony helping to dismantle networks that had operated in the shadows for decades. She had moved into the guest house permanently, though she still kept to herself, still flinched when someone approached too quickly.
"Healing takes time," Elara had said one even
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