Andrew froze, his hand still outstretched toward the retreating movers.
He turned, his face a grotesque mask of disbelief and panic.
Margaret let out a small, terrified gasp and visibly shrank, her hand flying to her chest.
Sergeant Miller and Officer Rivas stepped out.
They didn’t rush.
They walked with calm, deliberate authority—far more terrifying than a siren.
“Good morning, folks,”
Sergeant Miller said, eyes scanning the scene.
“What seems to be the problem here?”
“Sergeant, thank you for coming,”
David Chen said, stepping forward.
“I’m David Chen, Ms. Gable’s attorney. This is my client, Hannah Gable. She is the owner of this property.”
“We know that, sir,”
Sergeant Miller said, nodding toward me.
“We reviewed the documents she sent.”
Andrew’s head snapped toward me.
“You—you called them. You called the cops on your own family.”
“I called them to protect my property from criminals,”
I said, voice cold and even.
“Which right now includes you.”
“That’s not true,”
Margaret cried, finding her voice as she rushed toward the sergeant.
“Officer, this is a misunderstanding. This is a family dispute. She—she tricked our mother and father. She stole this house.”
“Ma’am,”
Sergeant Miller said, holding up a hand,
“we are well aware of the probate case. It was closed, sealed, and finalized six months ago. As far as the law is concerned, this is Ms. Gable’s property.”
“Which makes you,”
he looked at Margaret, then Andrew,
“trespassers.”
“But we have papers,”
Andrew said, desperate now, holding up the crumpled documents.
“A lawyer gave us these.”
Sergeant Miller looked at David Chen.
David just raised an eyebrow.
“Sir,”
the sergeant said to Andrew,
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