The private estate of Arthur Davenport in Bedford, Westchester County, was an imposing fortress of grey stone, iron gates, and manicured English boxwoods designed to intimidate all who entered. At nine o'clock that morning, Adrian Cross was ushered into Davenport’s mahogany-paneled library. A fire crackled in the limestone fireplace, casting flickering shadows over oil paintings of 19th-century British hunting hounds. Arthur Davenport sat behind an immense antique desk carved from…
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