"Cry all you want, Mark," Brenda sneered, wading deeper into the cool water. "I run this association. You can't touch me."
Chapter III: The Figure on the Deck
Mark stepped up to the edge of the coping stone, leaning down with a broad, knowing smirk spreading across his face.
"Good," Mark said loudly. "Say that again while the police hear it."
Mark pointed over Brenda's shoulder toward the back patio sliding doors.
"Tell that to the police I just called."
Brenda turned her head around slowly, the smug smirk still lingering on her lips—until her gaze met the towering figure standing on the patio pavers.