At 78, He Took Everything But One Hidden Document Turned His Perfect Divorce Into a Legal Nightmare

from a leather pouch echoed clearly in the space between them.

“Mark Davis,” Michael said softly, the handcuffs glinting under the harsh department store lights. “Put your hands behind your back.”

CHAPTER 3

The sharp, metallic click of the first handcuff locking around Mark Davis’s right wrist was the loudest sound in the fine jewelry department.

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