y skin. Later that night, my phone buzzed with a noti

rom Barn

es, refuses to pay standard mailroom holding fees that we all a

defending Barney, calling me entitled. Then, a new comme

f on making trouble. A pretty little thing like that needs to lea

a greasy, misogynistic confidence. It

he other kind. The kind they teach you for infor

ectly to Matt

petty larceny and the 2020 public intoxication charge? Surprised

miliation was immediate. A flurry of "OMG" a

urned to

or mail handling is a federal offense. I've screenshotted your demand. Shall we forw

he comment

er hands. "Jocelyn, please. Don't poke them.

money, Mom. It's a

they decide to do something!" she

rom a Maria Johns, a name I recognized from the co

years. They drove a young couple out last year. The HOA is terrified of them. Barney's brother

ents stared back at me, cold and efficient. Letting it go wasn't in my n

f my X-Acto knife, the blade gleaming under the light. It was razor-sharp, perfec

re to the group wi

g off the plastic sprues.

ixty seconds. Long enough for th

sage wa