“I will sue you for every single brick in this house,” Mark said.

“You have no claim to Hartwell House,” Thomas said.

“I have a claim to marital appreciation,” Mark said.

He stepped closer to the table, leaning his hands on the wood.

“I managed this property,” he said. “My management increased the value by two million dollars.”

“That is a lie,” I said.

“My lawyers will prove it,” Mark said.

“With what lawyers?” Juliette asked. “You don’t have any money left.”

Mark ignored her, keeping his eyes on me.

“I will tie this estate up in court for ten years,” Mark said.

“You will be in federal custody,” Thomas said.

“For what?” Mark asked. “A few disputed transfers between family members?”

“It is fraud,” Thomas said. “And grand larceny.”

“It’s a civil dispute between spouses,” Mark said.

He smiled, but it was a desperate, ugly thing.

“The police won’t touch this until the divorce is settled,” Mark said.

He looked at the grandfather clock.

“And by the time we get to court, you’ll be broke from paying Bell’s hourly rate,” Mark said.