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Someone was about to kick my gate in.I was crouched in the dirt, covered in mud, tending the rare flowers I'd been growing for four years."Open up! Hey, lawn girl, are you deaf?"My new neighbor Sophie stood outside with her husband, David Miller.She wore heavy makeup, and the second she saw me, she pinched her nose in disgust."You again? God, you stink. Where the hell is your boss?"This was the fifth day in a row she'd pounded on my gate.I brushed the dirt off my hands."I've told you again and again. I'm the owner. If you have something to say, say it."Sophie burst out laughing as if I'd told the funniest joke she'd ever heard."David, did you hear that? If she owns this place, I'm the Queen of England!"David looked me up and down with open contempt."I already looked it up. The owner lives in Europe. You're just the caretaker they hired to watch the house. Quit pretending."He pulled out a wad of cash and slapped it against his palm."I'm about to be named vice president at

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Trying not to gag at the stench, I spent two hours clearing the garbage from my gate.When I got back to the backyard, what I saw made me tremble.A whole row of seedlings along the wall had turned black and begun to wilt. I could smell weed killer.A long spray wand disappeared over the wall into the yard next door.Sophie was wearing gloves, looking very pleased with herself."Oh, I'm so sorry. I was spraying for weeds and bugs in my own yard, and the wind carried it over."Most of four years of work, gone.I stormed over to the wall. "You did that on purpose. Those flowers are part of a national research project. Destroying them is a crime!"The look on my face made Sophie take a step back. Then she laughed in my face."Sure, I did it on purpose. Go ahead and hit me if you've got the guts. Let's see who ends up in jail first. Keep glaring at me, and this afternoon I'll dump the whole bottle over there!"I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and shoved the murderous urge back down wh

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I called the police. An officer, Sergeant Briggs, got there fast.I thought the law would teach these lunatics a lesson.David slung an arm around the sergeant's shoulders like they were old friends, said something I couldn't hear, and slipped something into his pocket.Sergeant Briggs didn't even come into the yard to look. He just talked to me through the welded gate."Ma'am, this is a dispute between neighbors. Nobody's hurt, nobody's dead. The police can't help you. Go get a lawyer."I looked at the wreckage everywhere, shaking."They destroyed tens of millions of dollars' worth of research samples, and you call that a dispute between neighbors?"The sergeant's face hardened, like I'd said something absurd."Listen, girl. Mr. Miller is about to be vice president of Vaughn Realty, and he runs this whole estate. Don't make trouble, or I'll lock you up tonight."I pulled out my ID and handed it over."Here's my ID. I'm formally asking you to open a case for malicious destruction of pr

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I met his eyes and slowly shook my head.Marcus had worked with my father for decades. He understood me instantly.I wanted him to play along.I wanted David to dig his own grave.Marcus steadied his trembling legs and forced a smile.He pointed his cane at the wreckage."David, you've... certainly made a big splash."David didn't hear the tremor in Marcus's voice at all. He took it as a compliment.He hurried closer, eager to take credit."Sir, the maid next door was growing some junk weeds that were really dragging down the value of the estate, so I had the whole thing flattened."Marcus closed his eyes in despair, his chest heaving, and nodded."All of it? The local police and property management didn't ask any questions?"David lowered his voice to brag. "Don't worry. The cops took $50,000 from me to keep quiet. They didn't even get out of the car."As for property management, Carl, get over here!"Carl scrambled over with an eager grin."Good to meet you, sir. The minute Mr. Mille

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Marcus could barely speak. Every word sounded like a curse."Thank you, sir. I promise I'll always..."Before David could finish, I finally lifted my head.I tapped twice on the tray.The show was over.At those two taps, Marcus erupted like a volcano."Sir, why don't we have this bitch pour you a glass of..."David turned to grab me by the hair."You animal! Do you have a death wish?"Marcus roared. Unable to hold back any longer, he swung his cane hard into David's face.David screamed.All 220-plus pounds of him hit the ground, and two bloody teeth went flying.All the talking and laughing stopped.A few drops of blood spattered Sophie's face. She stood frozen for a few seconds, then rushed to David."Mr. Vaughn! Why did you hit him? You just promoted him to vice president yourself!""Vice president? I promoted him?" Marcus was so furious he was shouting. "Promoting this blind animal? Am I trying to get myself killed?"Marcus threw down his cane and walked up to me.Everyone was wat

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Crying, they scrambled to pick up the bills and coins they'd just thrown.Two of them even got into a hair-pulling fight over a torn bill."This is my money. I didn't throw anything at Ms. Stirling. You did!""Bull! You were laughing the loudest!"Not far away, a wet stain spread across the front of Carl's pants.I walked over to Carl, sprawled in his own mess."Get up, Mr. Carl Stirling."Aren't you a Stirling? What's wrong? Too scared to claim your own last name now?"Carl twitched all over, failed to get a word out, and passed out.I flexed the hand that had held the tray.A bodyguard stepped up immediately and draped a coat over my shoulders."Marcus, get up."Marcus flinched and straightened up, sweat streaming down his face."Ms. Stirling, there's no excuse. This is all on me. However you want this handled, just say the word.""The board will hold you accountable for your part in this when we get back."I pulled the coat tight, walked across the mess to David, and looked down at

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Rachel signaled the officers forward, and David and Sophie were dragged into the police cars.Sergeant Briggs looked toward his gun, now lying out of reach, then at David as he was dragged away. He tried to keep up the bluff."There must be some misunderstanding. I just answered Mr. Miller's call. It was routine..."Rachel glanced at him. "The $50,000 you took to keep quiet is already in David's laundering ledger. And the person you pointed a gun at is the Stirling heir."At the name Stirling, the sergeant's legs gave out, and he started babbling."David put me up to it! I didn't know anything. I'll resign right now...""Nice try." Rachel's face didn't change. "You're removed from duty effective immediately, your assets are seized, and you're being transferred to Corcoran State Prison."That was a maximum-security prison full of gang leaders.Sergeant Briggs cried and begged, but they pulled a hood over his head and shoved him into a police car.Marcus frowned in disgust and glanced at

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Our cars pulled into the shelter.Sophie was clutching half a moldy loaf of bread while a few deranged residents punched and kicked her."Give it back, it's mine! I'm the vice president's wife!" she shrieked, her hands covered in infected sores.I looked down at her.Sophie looked up, and when she saw it was me, she started shaking all over."Didn't you love watching other people grovel in the dirt?" I said softly. "Well? Can you see it now?"She crawled toward me through the mud."Don't hit me. I'll shine your shoes. Please, just give me a sip of clean water..."A bodyguard stepped forward and kept her back in the mud."Didn't you think everything here was filthy?" I waved a hand.The bodyguards behind me brought out several big bags of fresh rotisserie chicken, burgers, and clean water and dropped them in front of her.The mouthwatering smell filled the air.Sophie stared, glassy-eyed. She forgot all about begging, ripped open the bags, and started stuffing food into her mouth.But s

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