The officer nodded.
"Then what?"
"I let go."
"Did you push her?"
"No."
"Strike her?"
"No."
"Threaten her?"
"No."
The woman laughed nervously.
"He screamed in my face."
The homeowner turned slightly.
"After you grabbed me three times."
"Sir."
The officer raised a hand.
"Don't engage with her."
The homeowner nodded.
The officer stepped between them.
He looked toward the woman's shoulder.
"You said he grabbed you?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"My arms."
The homeowner watched carefully.
She had changed the claim already.
The officer noticed.
"Both arms?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"When he attacked me."
"Before or after you called?"
The woman hesitated.
"Before."
The homeowner's eyebrows rose.
She had called before grabbing him.
The officer looked toward the homeowner.
"She called before touching me."
The woman snapped.
"Stop lying!"
The Officer turned.
"Ma'am, enough."
The HOA president suddenly looked hurt.
"I'm the victim here."
The officer said nothing for a moment.
Then:
"Who owns the property?"
The homeowner answered.
"I do."
The woman spoke simultaneously.
"It's within the HOA."
The officer looked between them.
"That wasn't my question."
The homeowner pointed toward the house.
"My name is on the deed."
The officer looked at the woman.
"Do you live here?"
"No."
"Are you a tenant?"
"No."
"Family member?"
"No."
"Invited guest?"
The woman hesitated.
"It's a community dispute."
The officer repeated.
"Were you invited onto this property?"
"No."
The officer looked toward the fence.
"How did you enter?"
The woman crossed her arms.
"The gate was inaccessible."
The homeowner stared.
The officer asked again.
"How did you enter?"
She looked down.
"Over the fence."
The officer slowly nodded.
"Okay."
Her face tightened.
"But I'm the HOA president."
The officer looked unimpressed.
"Does the HOA own this pool?"
"That's disputed."
The homeowner spoke.
"No, it isn't."
The officer glanced toward him.
The homeowner pointed toward the house.