"Daniel."
He stood beside the garage.
"Evelyn."
"I understand there's some confusion."
"There's no confusion."
She glanced at the paper in his hand.
"You signed a bill of sale."
"No."
"The document says you did."
"I didn't."
Evelyn sighed.
"Daniel, perhaps you don't remember."
"I remember everything I've signed concerning that car."
She stepped closer.
"The association purchased it."
"The association stole it on paper."
One of the board members gasped.
Evelyn's face hardened.
"Be careful."
Daniel held up his phone.
"I have photographs."
"So do we."
She pulled a folder from her handbag.
Inside was another copy of the bill of sale.
Then she smiled.
"My son has already made arrangements to pick up the vehicle."
Daniel stared at her.
"Your son?"
"Tyler."
"You're giving him my car?"
"Technically, it's no longer yours."
Daniel laughed once.
Not because anything was funny.
Because the situation was so absurd that anger hadn't yet caught up with it.
"Evelyn, you have forty-eight hours to withdraw this."
She shook her head.
"You should be grateful."
"For what?"
"That we're giving you an opportunity to resolve this quietly."
Daniel looked at her.
"Get off my property."
Her eyes narrowed.
Then she turned.
"We'll see you soon."
Daniel watched them leave.
He immediately called Michael.
But before he could explain everything, a black SUV pulled up beside the curb.
Tyler Hart stepped out.
Eighteen years old.
Expensive sunglasses.
Designer jacket.
A grin that said he had already won.
He looked at the Camaro.
"Nice car."
Daniel said nothing.
Tyler walked closer.
"Mom said it's mine."
Daniel stepped between him and the vehicle.
"No."
Tyler laughed.
"You'll change your mind."
Daniel looked directly into his eyes.
"No, I won't."
Tyler's smile disappeared.
"You don't understand how this works."
Daniel's voice was quiet.
"Neither do you."
The following Saturday, Tyler arrived with a tow truck.
Daniel was in his kitchen when he heard the engine.
He walked outside.
Two men were standing beside a flatbed.
Tyler stood with them.
Evelyn was behind him.
Daniel immediately called Michael.
Then he walked toward the gate.
"You need to leave."
Evelyn held up the bill of sale.
"We have legal documentation."
"You have fraudulent documentation."
"That's your opinion."
Daniel looked at the tow-truck driver.
"You don't have permission to enter my property."
The driver hesitated.
Tyler stepped forward.
"Just hook it up."
Daniel blocked the driveway.
"No."
Evelyn raised her phone.
"I've contacted the sheriff's office."
Daniel stared at her.
"Good."
Tyler smirked.
"You should've just handed it over."
Daniel looked at him.
"Do you even know why I own this car?"
Tyler shrugged.
"Because you're old?"
Evelyn laughed softly.
Daniel didn't react.
He simply looked at the Camaro.
Then back at Tyler.
"One day you'll understand the difference between owning something and being entitled to it."
Tyler rolled his eyes.
The tow truck began reversing.
Daniel called 911.
Within minutes, a patrol vehicle appeared.
Deputy Marcus Reed stepped out.
Another officer followed.
Evelyn immediately approached.
"Officer, this is a property dispute. We have documentation proving ownership."
Daniel handed over his phone.
"I have proof that the signature is forged."
The deputy examined both documents.
"Mr. Mercer, do you have registration?"
Daniel handed it over.
The deputy looked at the VIN.
Then at the bill of sale.
Something changed in his expression.
He looked at Daniel.
"Sir, where did you get this vehicle?"
Daniel answered quietly.
"My brother."
"What was his name?"
"Thomas Mercer."
The deputy stared at him.
Then he looked at the second officer.
The two exchanged a glance.
Evelyn noticed.
"What?"
Neither answered.
Deputy Reed stepped away and made a phone call.