“Sarah,” I said slowly, “do you think people would be willing to say all this out loud? In writing?”
She studied my face.
Then she glanced toward Paul’s house.
“Before you do anything, there’s something else you should know. He’s been trying to get that vacant HOA board seat for weeks.”
“Do you think people would be willing to say all this out loud?”
I stared at her.
“Paul? On the HOA?”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
My stomach tightened.
A man who treated HOA rules like weapons was trying to get his hands on the weapon itself.
“Then maybe we need to act before he does,” I said.
“Paul? On the HOA?”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking he’s spent years using the HOA rules as a weapon against everyone,” I answered. “Maybe it’s time those same rules pointed the other way.”
Sarah’s eyes brightened.
“You mean file a complaint. A real one.”
“Maybe it’s time those same rules pointed the other way.”
“One complaint,” I said. “Signed by every single person he’s ever pushed around. Backed by footage.”
“You’ve got footage?”
“My camera caught him smashing the sprinklers this morning,” I told her. “Every swing.”
For the first time, Paul’s word wasn’t going to be the only version anyone heard.
“My camera caught him smashing the sprinklers this morning,”
She let out a slow breath, almost a laugh.
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