“He went further than that,” Nora said, clicking a blue link to open an attached police dispatch log.

According to the log, Trent Caldwell had called the township police three different times in his first week in Oak Creek.

Every report said I was stirring up physical fights along the shared driveway line.

“Trent wasn’t just some aggressive teenager with a bunch of gym gear,” I said.

“He was carrying out his father’s plan from the day they moved in,” Nora said.

Each time Trent kicked my wooden lilac stakes, banged his heavy punching bag into my fence post, or cracked his leather jump rope near my boots, he was following direct orders.