asked me for his share of a great deal of money due to him so he and Miranda could settle outside the country in lifelong comfort. I will tell you about that money in a moment, Rebekah.
Poor Nate didn’t realize how vindictive Gemma could be, how quickly she could morph from pleasant and smiling to uncontrolled rage. I don’t think she intended to murder Nate. I believe she went out to his boat hoping to convince him to come back to her, and when he told her he didn’t want her, that he was leaving the country with Miranda, she lost it and killed him. As I said, I wasn’t there, but I know that’s what happened. You see, she came to me demanding Nate’s share of the money, said she deserved it. He’d let our theft slip to her, but thank heaven he hadn’t told her where we were hiding it. I told her I knew what she’d done, that she’d killed him, and she threatened to tell the world about how Nate and I had stolen the money. So, we were deadlocked. I agreed because I knew the consequences of my telling the truth would have been staggering. I’ve since regretted that decision. Gemma deserved to be punished, and Miranda deserved the truth. But I kept silent, and Gemma did as well. You need to know all this now so you will understand what I’ve done and what I plan to do.
It’s time for you to claim your inheritance. Yes, I left you a sizable trust fund, but this is more, unbelievably more. Ninety million dollars in bearer bonds, bonds you can take to any bank for payment. Nate and I hid the bonds because we couldn’t afford to draw attention and agreed to wait until we were sure no one would come looking for the money or asking questions.
I’ve arranged to leave it all to you. Only you will know how to find the bonds, if you think and remember. I have but one request: Gemma must never see a cent of it.
Where the money is from is the last secret I will tell you. As you know, I was in Congress in the early nineties when we were trying to steer our way through the madness of Saddam Hussein’s reign in Iraq after Desert Storm. I served on the House Intelligence Committee when our government was involved in clandestine efforts to topple Saddam or at least sow trouble for him. We were sending black-ops funds, off the books, to support Shia clerics and warlords militarily in the south of Iraq. It was a gravely immoral act because they didn’t have a chance. I knew that money would only lead to yet more chaos, more unnecessary slaughter. But I couldn’t change enough minds, couldn’t stop it. It was Nate who suggested we might be able to divert some of those funds by leveraging my position on the committee and my contacts in Iraq. He arranged to pay off a key Iraqi conduit to confirm to our government that he’d received all the funds, rather than only a part. All went as planned, apparently business as usual in that vicious sectarian war. I’m only sorry we couldn’t divert more of it.
I’m sure you remember the story I told you when you were a child. So many versions of how Nate and I managed to steal the evil sheikh’s treasure. I tried to make it more exciting each time with ever more outrageous adventures, so you would remember it. The story was a tale for a child, but the bearer bonds are real and will soon be in your hands to do with as you wish. What you already know, what you’ve kept secret, will lead you to their hiding place.
I have done what I can to be sure no problems arise no matter how many years pass before you read this letter. Surely the bonds will have been forgotten, so you needn’t worry about cashing them. There is so much good you can do with that money, Rebekah. But in any case, it is your decision.
I have loved you from the moment I first saw you squalling in the nursery at the hospital. I hope you will remember me fondly despite what I felt I had to keep from you. I’ve always thought life is an incredible gift, regardless of its unexpected tragedies. My life has been blessed by a profound joy bestowed upon me, namely you. Of