His knuckles turned white.

“The court seized it at nine o’clock this morning,” Carl said.

“Under the name Stevens Holdings.”

Mark went chalk white.

The red flush drained completely from his neck.

He looked at the blue binders, the carbon slip, the old probate filing, and the injunction papers spread around him on the wood.

He was completely boxed in by his own paper trail.

He reached over to his left wrist and unclasped his gold watch.