Once near midnight.
I documented every appearance.
Then the anonymous calls started.
Blocked number.
No message.
Three in one week.
I suspected harassment but could not prove it.
The board president stopped responding.
That bothered me too.
I wondered whether Charles was scared of Brenda.
Controlled by her.
Or simply hoping everything would disappear.
Then came the day before the gun.
A typed envelope appeared under my doormat.
YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN EVERY OPPORTUNITY TO COMPLY.
SECURITY ENFORCEMENT WILL OCCUR TOMORROW.
I called Laura.
She told me to notify police non emergency.
I did.
An officer took the report.
He explained that unless somebody threatened me directly or tried to enter, the note itself was vague.
Fair.
I understood.
I showed him the fake key policy.
He shook his head.
“HOA wants keys?”
“Apparently.”
“I wouldn’t give them mine.”
“Neither will I.”
He gave me an incident number.
I emailed Brenda and the board one final time.
