“My name is on your voicemail from a while back,” I said. “I never called because I kept hoping I wouldn’t need to. I need to now.”
“Tell me what happened,” he said.
“My neighbor filled my swimming pool with concrete this morning,” I said. “She used her husband’s construction company truck to do it. I have all of it on video. The truck, the plates, the logo, her admitting she did it on purpose.”
“Tell me what happened,”
There was a pause on the line.
“Do not touch anything,” he said. “Do not let them leave without you seeing which way that truck goes. I’ll bring people with me today.”
I lowered the phone and set it gently on the table.
***
Later that day, a man in a dark suit knocked on Katherine’s door.
Two others waited by his car, one holding surveying equipment, the other a clipboard.
“Do not touch anything,”
