“There’s a motel three miles down the highway,” I said, pointing toward the heavy exit door.

“Rachel is waiting for us to sign the final pages.”

Back inside Rachel Kim’s corner office, the fluorescent lights cast a flat glow over the polished glass table.

Rachel lined up three copies of the formal property settlement into a perfect stack, her manicured thumb tapping the edges.

“My client is fully within her rights to file a civil claim for intentional fraud,” Rachel said, looking straight at Mark’s attorney.

“We could easily ask for a court order attaching Mr.