And both had been running since the moment she arrived that morning.
Linda had just turned her illegal pool party into an evidence exhibit.
And she had no idea.
The Muffins
Five months earlier, Linda Brennan had brought me muffins.
I had closed on 247 Magnolia Drive on a Tuesday morning in January.
The house was exactly what I wanted: one story, mature oak trees, a fenced backyard, a quiet cul-de-sac, and a fifteen-by-thirty-foot swimming pool.
The pool was the reason I bought the property.
After fifteen years working as a property litigator, I wanted something simple.
Come home.
Take off my tie.
Get into my own pool.
Stop thinking about lawsuits.