Chapter 5 - The Surveillance Trap
"I already called them," Silus said calmly. "They pulled into the cul-de-sac two minutes ago."
Preston froze. He whipped his head around, looking past the moving truck. Sure enough, silently gliding up the driveway with their lights flashing, were three county sheriff's cruisers.
The locksmith immediately stepped entirely off the porch, zipping his tool bag shut with frantic speed. "I'm out. I don't mess with police disputes," he muttered, quickly walking away.
Preston’s heart began to race, but his massive ego refused to let him back down. He quickly adjusted his white suit and motioned for the camera operator to keep rolling.
"Keep filming," Preston whispered to the cameraman. "This will be great content. Crazy squatter brother gets evicted by the cops."
Aunt Darlene clutched her clipboard, her knuckles turning white. "Preston... maybe we should go..."
"We have the deed, Darlene!" the father snapped, standing tall. "We have nothing to hide!"
Two deputies stepped out of their cruisers and began walking up the stone steps.
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"I'm glad you're recording this, Preston," Silus’s voice echoed through the speaker one last time. "Because Darlene made one massive, stupid mistake when she forged my signature on Thursday."
👉 What undeniable alibi does Silus have that proves the deed is completely fake?
