minimal property taxes had been paid automatically from a small account attached to the trust.
“How much is it worth?” Derek asked.
Inez shrugged.
“Depends on zoning, access, environmental restrictions, and what the county allows.”
“Could be worthless?”
“Could be.”
Dad almost looked relieved.
I laughed.
“You’re the only man I know who discovers land and hopes it has no value.”
“I already have enough trouble with one property.”
Two days later, we drove out together.
Dad.
Mom.
Derek.
Veronica.
Me.
And Inez, who insisted she was coming because, in
