They Thought the Lake House Was Theirs Until One Document Changed Everything

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Then I looked beyond them, toward the dark sedan.

Daniel Mercer was standing beside it in a charcoal suit, one hand resting on a folder tucked against his hip. Next to him stood a county deputy in a brown uniform and campaign hat, calm and unreadable, waiting in the kind of posture that says he is not here to escalate anything unless someone continue reading …