What Blake and Tiffany didn’t know was that I’d spent thirty years as a paralegal before I retired.
And the work order they’d signed to paint someone else’s house without permission had their names all over it.
PART 2
Let me be clear about something up front, because it matters.
My revenge was not going to involve a single illegal act.
I’m seventy-one years old. I spent three decades inside the machinery of the law, watching people destroy themselves by doing something rash when the calm, correct, devastating option was sitting right in front of them.
Blake and Tiffany had spent two years doing rash things.
Calling the police (I did nothing wrong).
Calling the city (I was up to code).
Suing me (dismissed, with fees).
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