“You’re a stranger who wants his trust fund to pay for your own career ambitions,” Richard bellowed.

“Bradley, call the sheriff’s department if she isn’t off the premises in thirty seconds.”

Bradley Collins came out onto the porch behind me, his coat unbuttoned, a single sheet of paper in his right hand.

“Commander Carter,” Bradley said in a calm, professional voice pitched to carry to the onlookers on the street.

“Your presence here is causing a disturbance that’s upsetting your brother.

I strongly suggest you go back to your car before formal trespass charges are filed.”