A/N: Sorry it's been a while, but working on four stories at one time kept me from updating this one. This is a sequel to chapter 34.

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Parker had had a life changing phone call from a lawyer named Chester Lyons and he was stunned to think about all the possibilities now that he didn't have to worry about money while he was going to school. He had always wanted to be a writer and his mother tried to support him, but she didn't see how he could earn a living writing as a profession and she had talked him into getting a major in law or accounting and a minor in writing. Since the original plan had been for her to pay for most of his education and his father contributing to rent, daily expenses and the purchase of a car, he had felt compelled to take their advice, but now . . . now he had money to support him through school and he could concentrate on learning to write and making that his major. He thought he might minor in accounting since it made sense to have other skills, but that he would not have to be an accountant was fine by him. His education was now under his control and it was very freeing. It was a dream come true. "Thank you, Mr. Lyons."

Don't thank me young man. I'm just doing my job. I'll be in London next week possibly Wednesday. I'll either drop by your home to have you sign some paperwork or we can arrange to meet somewhere. Just remember, you're eighteen years old as of yesterday, so you do not need your parent's permission to accept this bequest. If you do choose to turn it down then that of course is your privilege. Nothing will happen until your thirtieth birthday when you must decide whether you want the two million dollars or not. If you don't want it, it will be divided and placed in your sister and brother's account.

"Oh, I want the money, Mr. Lyons. It will take the pressure off of me to be an immediate success. Writing doesn't work like that." The shock of hearing about his good fortune was wearing off and all he felt now was a sense of peace. "I don't know who Jacob Brodsky is, but that's okay. I'll put his money to good use."

Good. I'll see you next week.

The call ended, Parker sat down on his bed and shook his head in amazement. He had wanted to be a writer for so long, but his mother had placed some doubts in him about his choice of career. Now that he was in control of the next four years of his life he'd be able to concentrate on getting his college education the way he wanted to. Of course, he'd have to have some kind of income once he graduated until he turned thirty and he knew it was unrealistic to think he could do it solely writing. He hoped he was a success right out of the gate, but he knew that was very unlikely. He was hoping to get an internship at a publishing company once he graduated. Bones had told him that she could arrange that for him with her publisher, but that would mean he would have to move back to the States. It would be a great way to be exposed to how books are written, edited and accepted for publishing. This money was a blessing and he would not waste it or the opportunity. Whoever Brodsky was, he'd pray for him the next time he was in church.

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The call was unexpected, "Dad, I was going to call you tomorrow."

Yeah and I probably know why. Did Chester Lyons call you this week?

"Yes, he did." He should have known his father would know about the call and his good fortune. "You know about my inheritance?"

Yeah, I do. Mr. Lyons gave me a heads up last week. He told me he was going to call you and I figured he'd wait until your birthday. I wanted to make sure he made the call before I talked to you.

"Who was Jacob Brodsky?" That was the question Parker needed answered. It was odd that someone had left him an inheritance and he didn't know who he was. "I've never heard you talk about him before. Was he a friend of yours?"

No, he wasn't a friend of mine. He was a paid assassin. I was the one who arrested him for murder. During his killing spree, he killed an intern of Bones. He was trying to kill me when he did it.

"Oh my God." Parker found this whole thing to be surreal. "Why would he leave your children an inheritance? It doesn't make any sense."

It kind of does . . . He was a friend of mine in the Army. He was a Ranger and one of the best. For some reason I'll never understand, he decided that it was okay to kill bad people for money. The problem with that besides the fact that he was murdering people for money was the fact that he didn't mind killing innocent people if they got in the way. He killed two innocent people that I know of going after someone else. He called them collateral damage.

He felt overwhelmed. To find out that your dead benefactor was a murderer was macabre. "But why make me his heir?"

Jacob Brodsky thought it would be funny I guess. The man never considered what he had done as bad since he was trying to get rid of evil people and he thought that I was wrong for stopping him from doing it. I think giving you a pile of money was his way of punishing me.

Parker thought about it. "Maybe not . . . what if he gave us the money as a way to apologize for what he had done and to make sure his money was put to good use? Mr. Lyons told me that a lot of Jacob Brodsky's money went to the Fisher House Military Children Scholarship Program and the rest went to me and the kids. We can have a free college education and when we hit thirty we can have the rest of the money. He gave the money to children, Dad. He may have been evil, but he might have been thinking of the future and what he could do to make that future brighter to kind of make up for what he did."

So, you're going to accept the money? You don't have to. Your mother and I were going to cover college and living expenses.

"I am going to take the money, Dad." Parker was worried that he was letting his father down, but he thought he could turn Brodsky's blood money into something good. "I can go after the degree that I want and you and Mom don't have to pay for it. Once I'm established in my field and I get the rest of my money, I might be able to put that money to good use. I can do good things with that money, Dad. It would be foolish to turn it down."

Well, you're officially an adult this week, so it's your decision to make . . . Don't tell the kids about the inheritance. I need them to have a normal childhood and I need them to work hard in school. If they think they can just skip through school because of the money . . . well, that won't be doing them any favors and you know it. The fact that they have a lot of money coming to them needs to be kept a secret until they get out of high school.

"That seems fair to me, Dad." Parker had gone to school with some spoiled rich children who had almost driven him crazy. They acted like the world should bow down to them because their parents were rich or had a title next to their name. He never hung out with those kids and ignored their petty lunacy when he could. "I won't say a thing to them about their inheritance . . . Don't worry about this Dad. It's not going to spoil me. Now that I know my college education is taken care of as well as expenses . . . well, I can concentrate on school and what I need to do to prepare for when I graduate . . . I want to write Dad. I have all of these ideas in my head and I want to share them with everyone. I have a notebook filled with story ideas. This is important to me."

I know. You should see Bones when she's working on a story idea. She has this big acrylic board that she uses to collect her notes on. She fills up the space with post it notes. She works out the entire plot with the notes before she ever starts writing her novel. It's amazing. She's sold a lot of books and she's still coming up with story ideas. She's got a notebook like you do.

"I really admire her." Parker loved his step-mother. She was a warm and caring person and he fell in love with her when he was a small boy. "She works full time, she's a full time parent and she writes for magazines and she writes novels. She's a fantastic role model."

She really is . . . I won't say anything else about the money. It's your decision to make. I'll back you no matter what you do with the money . . . You're right. You can do a lot of good things with that money . . . just don't use it as a crutch. Work hard, write the things you need to write and don't worry about whether or not you ever get published. I hope you do, but it won't be shameful if you don't. At least you'll have tried. That's the important thing. I always want you to try. I'm proud of you Parker and I'll always have your back.

"Thanks Dad." Parker knew that he could count on his father. He always could. "I love you."

I love you too, Parker.

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