Her father had said no. They had done it anyway. By the time Elton realized the pipe was still running, he was ill and had no energy to fight it. He had mentioned it to her. She had no documents, but she was willing to write a signed statement describing what her father had told her. I thanked her. I asked if she would be willing to speak with my attorney.
She said yes without hesitation. I drove home and called Patricia. I told her what I had found. There was a pause on the line. Then she said, “Dale, they built that subdivision on stolen water.” I said, “I know,” she said. “Now we build the case.” Patricia took Elton Marsh’s daughter’s statement in her office the following week.
The woman, whose name was Carol, sat across the table and spoke clearly and without emotion. She described her father’s account in detail. The developer had come to him twice. First to ask permission, then to say the connection was only temporary. Elton had refused both times. Carol remembered the second conversation specifically because her father had been angry afterward, which was unusual for him.
He was not a man who showed anger often. Patricia had a parallegal transcribe the statement. Carol signed it. Patricia notorized it. That document went into the growing file alongside the survey, the photographs, the county records, and the HOA’s own letter. I want to be clear about something. At this point, I had not disrupted anything.
The pipe was still running. The HOA was still drawing water. I had not threatened anyone. I had not made demands. I was simply collecting what existed, facts, documents, signatures. I was doing what any careful person would do before taking any action that could not be undone. But the HOA was not standing still either.
