“You had no right to touch my account,” I said.

“Go home, Samantha,” Gregory said.

“Before I call the police and report a trespasser on my property.”

He picked up his expensive golf bag and walked past me toward the open garage.

Pamela stood up from the porch steps, gave me a polite smile, and followed him into the house.

Dustin stayed by the SUV for a moment, watching me stand in the middle of the driveway.

“Tough break on the car,” Dustin said.