The plane went down.
Victor panicked and destroyed financial records.
Mavis preserved copies to use as leverage over him.
After Victor’s death, she kept them hidden in the Palm Beach mansion.
She lived inside a house owned by the man she helped nearly kill.
The irony would have been amusing if the consequences had not been so cruel.
After the gala, my father and I returned to the mansion with federal agents.
Grant, Mavis, and Brielle arrived twenty minutes later.
Every exterior lock had been changed.
Their personal belongings had been packed carefully and placed beneath the covered portico.
Nothing was thrown into the rain.
Nothing was damaged.
I would not imitate their cruelty simply because I had the legal authority.
Mavis screamed at the security team.
“You cannot remove me from my own home.”
The head of security handed her a copy of the revoked occupancy license.
“The property has never been legally yours.”
