Chapter 3

3

By the time the video played for the third time, the neighbors had almost entirely shifted to my side.

“I’ve checked the law,” I said, standing in the middle of the hallway while everyone watched. “Willful destruction of private property. Since the damage exceeds four hundred dollars, it’s a felony in this state.”

“Furthermore, by bringing a crowd to block my door and demand money, you’ve committed harassment and attempted extortion.”

Maddy’s face turned pale.

Her husband took a step forward, trying to intimidate me with his size.

But as more neighbors gathered and footsteps echoed from the stairs, he didn’t dare do anything.

“I’m not interested in a private settlement.”

I tucked my phone away and looked down at Maddy. “You have four options. Choose one.

First, pay for the repairs, my lost wages, and emotional damages in full.

Second, the HOA and the board will issue a formal public notice.

Third, I file a formal police report.

Fourth, I sue you in civil court.

Which one will it be?”

Maddy’s mother-in-law stared at me blankly, forgetting to bang her cane.

The teenager―Maddy’s middle school son―shrank into the corner, never once lifting his head.

At the end of the hallway, a neighbor softly clapped twice.

Maddy scrambled up from the floor, her lips trembling.

Finally, she spat out, “Just you wait,” and dragged her family away in shame.

As she reached the elevator, I added one more thing.

“Maddy, the footage I have isn't just from the car keying.”

Before the elevator doors closed, I saw her shoulders stiffen.