She looked toward the homeowner.
"This isn't over."
The homeowner met her stare.
"No."
He looked toward the security camera.
"It isn't."
The Officer moved her out of the yard.
Her husband remained.
For several seconds, neither man spoke.
Then the husband said:
"You should get a lawyer."
The homeowner laughed softly.
"That's the first useful thing anybody from your house has told me."
The husband almost smiled.
Then became serious.
"I'm not on the board."
"Good."
"I haven't agreed with what she's been doing."
"But you knew."
The husband looked down.
"Some of it."
The homeowner stared.
"That's not much better."
"I know."
The husband walked toward the gate.
Then stopped.
"There are emails."
The homeowner's expression changed.
"What emails?"
The husband looked toward the street where his wife had been taken.
"Board emails."
"About me?"
"About your property."
The homeowner stepped closer.
"How do you know?"
His husband exhaled.
"Because she uses our home computer."
The homeowner stared.
The husband continued.
"I saw them."
"What do they say?"
He hesitated.
Then:
"They discuss making ownership difficult enough that you might sell."
The homeowner's stomach tightened.
The husband said quietly:
"Code complaints."
"Noise complaints."
"Parking complaints."
"Insurance concerns."
"Anything that creates pressure."
The homeowner looked toward his house.
"They planned this?"
"Some members did."
"How many?"
"I don't know."
The homeowner stared.
The husband reached into his pocket.
He removed a business card.
"Call this attorney."
The homeowner took it.
"Why?"
"He handled a case involving the board two years ago."
"What case?"
The husband looked uncomfortable.
"Another homeowner."
The homeowner stared.
"What happened?"
"They moved."
The answer said enough.
The husband walked out.
The homeowner closed the gate.
Then locked it.
For the first time all afternoon, the yard was quiet again.
He walked toward the pool.
The burgers were burned.
He looked at the grill.
Then laughed once.
A strange exhausted laugh.
He turned everything off.
Later that evening, he downloaded the footage from all three cameras.
He saved it to his computer.
Then an external drive.
Then cloud storage.
He photographed the stretched collar of his shirt.
The marks on his wrists were minor.
He photographed those too.