Chapter IV: The Tables Turn
Brenda froze. The color instantly vanished from her face as her jaw dropped in utter shock.
"Com... Commissioner?" Hunter stammered, backing away from Marcus.
"Marcus Vance," Commander Davis announced with icy clarity, turning his stern gaze onto Brenda. "Chief Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police Department and Director of Public Safety. And this vehicle is registered under his personal, private deed."
Marcus stepped forward, his expression hardening into unyielding authority.
"Attempting to seize private property under color of HOA authority without a court-ordered writ of execution is grand larceny," Marcus said coldly. "And coming onto my driveway to intimidate a resident constitutes criminal extortion."
Brenda’s hands trembled violently as the folded HOA notice slipped from her fingers, fluttering harmlessly onto the concrete pavers.
"Commissioner... we... we didn't know!" Brenda pleaded in hysterical panic. "It was just a misunderstanding about the neighborhood rules—"