He had not expected evidence.
"You recorded me?"
"My security camera records my yard."
He looked toward the small camera above my garage.
Then he lowered his voice.
"You need to fix this."
"No. You need to call a tow company."
He stood there for several seconds, breathing hard.
Finally, he turned and walked away.
The first tow truck arrived around eight.
The driver was a stocky man named Luis.
He examined the SUV, crouched near the rear tires, and walked around the lawn twice.
Sheldon followed him closely.
"Just pull it out," Sheldon said.
Luis shook his head.
"If I hook from the street and drag it straight, I may tear the bumper or damage the undercarriage. The mud is holding it."
"Then what do you suggest?"
"I need the recovery truck with a winch and ground mats."
"How much will that cost?"
Luis gave him a number.
Sheldon swore.
By then, several neighbors were outside.
No one had been invited.
They had simply noticed the tow truck and gathered with coffee cups.
Frank stood at the edge of his driveway.
Lawson watched from her porch.
Elise arrived carrying a folder.
Sheldon saw her and frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
"I received a complaint," she said.
"Of course you did."
Elise looked at the SUV.
