The Final Gambit (The Inheritance Games, #3)

by Jennifer Lynn Barnes

“Your Tuscan villa was built in the seventeenth century. It’s supposedly a farmhouse but looks more like a castle, and it’s surrounded by more than a hundred acres of olive orchard. There’s a pool, a wood-fired pizza oven, and a massive stone fireplace original to the house.”

answers that would tell us why a small coinlike disk engraved with concentric circles was worth a fortune.

Why Tobias Hawthorne’s namesake and only son had left that disk for my mother.

Why Toby had snatched it...

me before he’d disappeared, off to pl...

Typically, with an heir your age, there would be certain safeguards in place. Since Mr. Hawthorne didn’t see fit to erect them, it’s an option you should consider yourself.

“Remind me again,” Nash told me, bending to capture my gaze with his. “What’s our rule about fightin’ dirty?” He wasn’t nearly as subtle as he thought he was when it came to Alisa Ortega, but I still answered the question. “There’s no such thing as fighting dirty,” I told Nash, “if you win.”

a reference to an SEC form, N-four. We’ve spent hours trying to track down Tobias Hawthorne’s filings. I guess Niv could be a name, or initials, but—” “Niv,” Max repeated. “Spelled N-I-V?” “Yes.” “N-I-V,” she repeated. “As in New International Version?” I tilted my head to the side. “New international version of what?” “The B-I-B-L-E—and now, I am officially going to have Sunday school songs running on a loop all night.” “The Bible,” I repeated, and suddenly, it clicked. “Luke.”

“I’ll always be a John girl at heart.”

The combination might be just a combination, Jameson had said. But there’s also the possibility that the numbers themselves are a clue.

“The parable of the prodigal son.”

Blake turned to the glittering, five-hundred-thousand-dollar chess set I’d gifted him.

“and I’ll ask Eve to give me her arm and use this to open a vein.”