Rachel shrieked, backing away from the boxes.

“Ethan! You called the cops again?!” “I didn’t!” Officer Daniels stepped out of the lead cruiser, his hand resting casually on his utility belt.

Officer Ruiz flanked him. They strode up the driveway, recognizing the cast of characters instantly. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Bennett,” Daniels called out, tipping his hat.

“Good afternoon, Officer.” Daniels turned his imposing bulk toward Ethan. “Mr. Bennett. We meet again.” Ethan raised his hands, palms out, the universal sign of surrender.

“We weren’t doing anything illegal! We’re just trying to get our things.” Daniels’s face was carved from granite. “Dispatch received a 911 call regarding individuals attempting to breach a secure residence after being legally notified to vacate.”

“I wasn’t forcing my way in!” Ethan cried, pointing at the cracked door. “But you are trespassing on private property,” Daniels corrected. “Unless Mrs. Bennett is inviting you in for tea?”