Chapter 26

“I do.” Lennon fussed with the edge of his vest. “And I am. But I’m also glad you’re alive, whatever your name is.”

Ben blinked slowly. “You are?” he said, after digesting that for a moment.

“I am.” Lennon nodded once. “I’m still processing everything, but I think I’m going to be a little more hung up on the whole ‘bad guys trying to kill me’ thing than anything else. But Ben, or Greg, or whatever, I sincerely mourned you. I’ve been grieving for ten years. You want to know what my first major charitable gift was? Like not the usual donations, but my first big gift?”

Ben sat up a little straighter. “What was it?”

“I endowed a scholarship at MIT. The Greg Nelson Memorial Scholarship, for students who’d previously served in the military.”