“Don’t talk about my daughter,” I said.

“Please, Arthur,” Mark said.

“Take the marina accounts,” Mark said.

“Take the LLC,” Mark said.

“Just tell Carl to drop the punitive damages on my primary residence.”

I looked down the hall toward the frosted glass door of the clerk’s office.

Emma was sitting behind that glass, waiting to find out where she would sleep tonight.

I could ruin him completely, drag him through years of civil trials, and strip him of every brick he owned.