Chapter 3

"You're not a real officer," she said slowly. "Are you?""I'm compliance enforcement for this neighborhood," he said, too smooth, too rehearsed. "Same as if I had a badge from the county. You want to test that? Go ahead. Won't end well for you."The groceries were getting heavy in her arms. Her hands were starting to shake, but not from the weight. "Get off my property.""Can't do that, ma'am. Not till this is resolved." He glanced at his watch, unbothered, like he had all day to stand there and make her feel small in front of her own house. "Clock's already running."Across the street, a small red light blinked steady on Harold Benning's front porch: his doorbell camera. It had been recording the whole time. Logan never once looked over to check.Logan shoved the citation toward her again. This time she took it just to get his hand out of her space."You people," he muttered, almost to himself, tucking his pad back into his vest. "Always want to argue instead of just following the rules like everybody else."Nancy's jaw tightened. "Excuse me?""Nothing." He was already turning, already walking back toward the SUV like the conversation was over because he'd decided it was over. "One hour. I'd hate to see this get worse for you."He climbed back in, started the engine, and pulled away without another look back. No apology, no explanation, just gone, like he'd already forgotten her name—if he'd ever bothered to ask it.Nancy stood alone in her driveway, groceries in one arm, a fake citation crumpled in the other hand. The street was quiet. A couple of neighbors' curtains twitched, then went still. Nobody came outside.She looked down at the paper: cheap ink, a logo that didn't match anything she'd ever seen on an actual HOA document. Whoever this Logan Kershaw worked for, it wasn't anyone with real authority. But he'd made it sound real. He'd made it feel real.And standing there alone, watching his taillights disappear around the corner, Nancy understood one thing clearly: this wasn't over. Not even close.Twenty minutes after leaving the Whitford driveway, Logan pulled his SUV into a gas station lot and dialed a number he had saved under one word: Boss. It rang once before she picked up.

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