“Hello, 911, what is your emergency?”
“Yes, my name is Patricia Davenport. I’m the president of the Palmetto Crest Estates Homeowners Association. I need officers at the Whitfield property immediately. There is a man on the property who does not belong here. He may be armed. I’ve seen him walking the grounds multiple times this week, and tonight he’s sitting on the porch like he owns the place. I want him removed. Get him out.”
“And ma’am, can you describe the individual?”
“Male, late fifties, medium build. He’s been trespassing on this property for weeks. The estate has been vacant. The previous owner passed away, and no one has claimed it. This man has no right to be there. Please send someone immediately. I don’t feel safe.”
“Is he threatening you or anyone else?”
“He could be armed. He has a dog. Just get him out now.”
She hung up.
Everything she said was a lie. Every word. The property was not vacant. The previous owner had not passed away. The previous owner was the Aldrich Whitfield Trust, and James had purchased the property from the trust three years earlier. James was not a trespasser. He was the legal owner, sitting on his own porch, reading a book in a house he had paid $5.2 million for. Patricia knew all of this. She had met him. She had stood at his gate. She had mailed him letters addressed to this property. She had filed county complaints listing him as the property owner. She knew his name. She knew where he lived. And she told the 911 dispatcher none of it.