“My family built this road before most of these people were even thinking about moving to Colorado,” I said clearly. “Vivian Ashworth decided she could steal thirty-seven years of legal ownership while I was working out of state. She was wrong. Sometimes you have to remind people that property rights aren’t suggestions.”
Deputy Martinez pulled up in his cruiser a few minutes later. Vivian immediately ran to his window, demanding my arrest for terrorism.
Martinez stepped out, adjusted his belt, and addressed the crowd. “I’ve reviewed all documentation. Mr. Sullivan owns this road legally and absolutely. These vehicles are trespassing on private property after receiving proper legal notice. The towing operations are completely authorized.”
That was the breaking point. The neighborhood didn’t turn on me. They turned on Vivian.
An elderly woman named Mrs. Henderson pointed a shaking finger at the HOA president. “You fined me $300 for having a bird feeder!”
“You charged my family two grand for planting tomatoes!” another man yelled.
By 9:00 AM sharp, Carlos Rodriguez tipped his hat to me from the cab of the final truck. Mission accomplished. Fifty-eight vehicles had been successfully impounded.
The aftermath was absolute devastation for Vivian’s empire. The average towing and storage fee per household was $230, which the residents furiously demanded Vivian reimburse. Her Escalade sat in the impound lot for six days while she scrambled to liquidate assets to pay her legal fees.
