Part 3

“911, what is your emergency?”

“I need a sheriff’s deputy at my residence. Three hostile trespassers are refusing to leave and have damaged my property. I’m concerned for my safety.”

“Do you know them, sir?”

“Yes. They’re my parents and my sister.”

Twenty minutes later, Deputy Miller arrived. I had already downloaded the footage of Arthur cutting the power, trying to hire the locksmith, and throwing the gnome. I also printed my deed. Arthur rushed forward immediately, using his respectable voice.

“Officer, thank God. My son is having a breakdown. He locked us out of our own home.”

Miller looked at me.

“Morning, Carter. What’s going on?”

“They don’t live here. They arrived uninvited after selling their home in Ohio. They have never been allowed inside, and I am denying entry.”

Martha began crying.

“We’re his parents. We had an agreement.”

“Do you have a lease? Keys? Mail delivered here?” Miller asked.