“No,” I said.
I glanced at the moving truck, then the camera above my garage.
“I’m calling the police.”
Part 2
My mother didn’t believe me until the dispatcher answered.
Then her expression changed.
“You would call the police on your own mother?”
“I’m calling because six people are attempting to enter my home after being told no.”
Dale dropped the box as if it had burned him.
Brittany laughed. “We already get mail here. Mom handled it.”
My stomach went cold.
“What mail?”
Mom gave her a warning look, but too late.
Brittany shrugged. “Bank stuff. School forms. Whatever. This is our address now.”
Evan looked at me. He knew why that mattered.
False residency could turn simple trespassing into a nightmare if they created the appearance that they lived there. My mother hadn’t acted impulsively. She had prepared.
I kept my voice flat. “Show me.”
