"I cited her, told her that her car would be towed."
"Good. She needs to learn that this neighborhood has standards. Go back to her house. I want her to be scared."Following Venus's orders, Kershaw returned to the property an hour later to enforce the alleged parking violation."I warned you an hour ago that you needed to move your car or it would be towed for violating parking standards.""And I already explained that you're mistaken. My car is parked in my own driveway."At that moment, James, her husband, arrived at the scene and headed toward them."I got my wife's call earlier. What's going on here, sir?""I don't answer to random people in the driveway.""I'm not a random person. I'm an FBI special agent."Little did Kershaw know, the badge James owned was about to turn the parking dispute into something far bigger.Nancy Whitford pulled into her driveway with two bags of groceries riding shotgun, her arms already aching just thinking about the trip inside. She parked behind her own car, cut the engine, and reached for the bags.That's when the black SUV rolled up. It stopped right behind her, blocking her in. Big letters ran across the side: Cedar Hollow Compliance and Security.A man climbed out: tactical vest, mirrored sunglasses. He walked like he owned the ground under his boots. Nancy straightened up, one bag still in her arms.