Chapter 14 - What Eileen Had to Lose
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm annoyed," Eileen said. "And my blood pressure doesn't need more exercise."
I went over with Leah. Eileen had made tea, but she couldn't hold the cup steady. Mercer had asked whether she planned to testify about the landscaping lane. He said the board would review her trash-can complaints if she continued spreading "incomplete recollections."
"He didn't threaten me outright," she said. "He doesn't have to."
Leah sat beside her. "You don't owe us testimony."
"I know." Eileen stared at the folder on her lap. "That's what makes the choice hard."
She explained why she'd paid her old fine without fighting. After her husband died, he'd left a notebook of everything about the house: irrigation dates, air-filter sizes, phone numbers, even how to reset the thermostat. Eileen could keep the property going because he'd anticipated the small things. What she couldn't anticipate was the feeling of being watched by neighbors she'd once trusted.
"I let him tell me a hundred dollars was the price of peace," she said. "And now he's telling your daughter the price is fifteen hundred."
She decided to attend the continued hearing. Not because I asked, but because she had grown tired of pretending compliance and intimidation were the same thing.
That afternoon I stopped at Roland's landscaping yard to ask about the service lane. He was rinsing tools under a shade tarp, and his repaired green truck was back beside the fence.
"Mercer wanted the entry road looking nice for the spring property tour," Roland said. "My crew wasn't hired for that job, but I know who was."
"Can I ask them?"
"Sure. Don't accuse them of anything. They were doing their work."
The Sonoran Grounds foreman, Niko Alvarez, spoke with me the next day outside a supply store. He confirmed his crew had entered the unpaved lane on May 1 by association request. Heavy wind carried dust over the surrounding lots. He gave me the work-order number and said he'd be comfortable confirming the date if someone contacted him through his company.
I thanked him and did not ask for internal invoices he wasn't authorized to share.
When I told Eileen, she smiled for the first time that week. "See? The dirt wasn't a mystery."
But on my way home, I found a fresh orange compliance sticker beneath my windshield wiper.
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Mercer had opened the second case after all.
