Daniel looked at the door.
Then at her.
“You were looking at my house from across the street.”
“Yes.”
“And you saw two men enter.”
“Yes.”
“But my wife was in the kitchen, my son was upstairs, and I was in the garage.”
Margaret's face changed.
Daniel continued.
“That means you either saw us or you didn't see anyone at all.”
Officer Nguyen looked at Margaret.
“Ma'am, are you certain?”
Margaret became defensive.
“I know what I saw.”
Daniel looked at the officers.
“Please check the cameras.”
The police hesitated.
Daniel pointed toward the doorbell camera.
“It records everything.”
Brooks looked at the screen.
The footage showed Daniel entering the garage.
Elena entering the kitchen.
Jordan upstairs.
No strangers.
No unknown men.
No one.
Brooks watched the footage twice.
Then he turned toward Margaret.
“Ma'am, there is no evidence that two unidentified men entered this residence.”
Margaret's face flushed.
“They must have left another way.”
“There is no other exit visible from the street.”
“They're hiding.”
Officer Brooks shook his head.
“We're done here.”
Margaret stared at him.
“But—”
“We're done.”
The police left.
Margaret remained standing on the sidewalk.
Daniel closed the door.
Jordan came downstairs.
“What happened?”
Daniel looked at his son.
“They believed us.”
Jordan nodded.
But none of them felt relieved.
Because now they knew.
This wasn't going to stop by itself.
The HOA meeting took place the following Tuesday.
Thirty-seven homeowners attended.
Daniel sat beside Elena.
Jordan sat behind them.
Margaret sat at the front.
Richard Bell called the meeting to order.
“We are here to discuss repeated reports concerning the Carter residence.”
Margaret immediately raised her hand.
“I have serious concerns about safety.”
Daniel looked at her.
Richard nodded.
“Mrs. Holloway, you may speak.”
She stood.
“I believe there are people coming in and out of the Carter house who do not belong there.”
Daniel asked:
“Who?”
Margaret ignored him.
“I have seen suspicious activity.”
“What activity?” Daniel asked.
Richard intervened.
“Mr. Carter, you'll have your turn.”
Margaret continued.
“I don't think the neighborhood should have to tolerate unknown individuals coming and going.”
Elena stood.
“Name one.”
Margaret looked at her.
“What?”
“One person.”
“I don't know their names.”
“Then describe them.”
Margaret hesitated.
“There were two men.”
Daniel stood.
“Again.”
Richard looked at him.
“Mr. Carter—”
“No.”
Daniel turned toward the board.
“There have now been multiple police calls based on vague descriptions of people she cannot identify.”
Margaret interrupted.
“I am protecting this community.”
Daniel looked at her.
“From whom?”
She didn't answer.
Jordan stood.
His parents turned.
“Let me speak.”
The room became quiet.
Jordan walked to the front.
He was nervous.
His hands trembled.
But his voice was steady.
“My name is Jordan Carter.”
Everyone knew.
“I am sixteen years old.”
He looked toward Margaret.
“I've lived here for two years.”
He paused.
“I play basketball in my driveway.”
A few people smiled.
“I ride my bike.”
He paused again.
“I walk home from school.”
He looked around.
“And apparently, those things make some people suspicious.”
Margaret crossed her arms.
Jordan continued.
“I don't know what I did to make Mrs. Holloway afraid of me.”
Margaret looked away.
“But I know how it feels to have someone call the police because they see you.”
The room became silent.
“My dad told me to stay calm.”
He looked at Daniel.
“My mom told me to be careful.”
He swallowed.
“But nobody can tell me what I did wrong.”
A woman near the back raised her hand.
Richard nodded.
She stood.
“My name is Susan Miller.”
She looked at Margaret.
“I live three houses from the Carters.”
She paused.
“I've watched Jordan help my husband carry groceries.”
Another homeowner spoke.
“I've seen him shovel snow.”
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