said they wanted a private resort.
Nobody knew where.
Judge Marsh asked, “What does Horizon Ridge have to do with Mr. Mercer’s cornfield?”
Bradley said, “There is an option agreement.”
Rachel stood.
“Your Honor, we have never received any option agreement.”
The judge looked at Bradley.
“Option for what?”
He hesitated.
Trish whispered sharply.
Judge Marsh’s expression hardened.
“Mr. Shaw, your client does not get to file emergency motions and then whisper the relevant facts to you privately.”
Bradley swallowed.
“The HOA has an option to acquire certain recreational rights.”
“From Mr. Mercer?”
“No.”
“Then from whom?”
“The original Cedar Ridge development entity.”
Rachel actually put down her pen.
“That company never owned Jack’s farm.”
Bradley said, “The option relies on a preexisting access agreement.”
The forged document.
There it was.
The corn maze wasn’t just an event.
It was evidence.
If Cedar Ridge could prove it had openly used
