“The funds recovered from Arthur Dunleavy’s secret accounts,” Nathaniel instructed.

“Transfer them into a restricted trust for Ruby’s education and living expenses.”

The lawyer tapped his tablet screen several times.

“How much, sir?” Vance asked.

“The full amount of the embezzled funds,” Nathaniel said. “One point two million dollars.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“Nathaniel, that is too much,” I said.

“It is what was stolen from the residents of Brindlewood over twelve years,” Nathaniel said.

“It belongs to your daughter now.”

He knelt down so he was at eye level with Ruby.

“You found my wallet, Ruby,” Nathaniel said gently.

“You showed me that honesty still exists in this city.”

Ruby smiled, her cheeks dimpling.

“I just wanted to do the right thing,” Ruby said.

“And you did,” Nathaniel said.

He stood up and shook my hand.

His palm was dry and warm.

“The contractors will begin repairs on Brindlewood tomorrow morning,” Nathaniel said.

“New plumbing, new wiring, and a renovated lobby.”

“You are the landlord now, Claire.”

I looked at the signed papers on the marble counter.