claiming that I had covered his property with rubbish.
She examined the numbered rows and read the sign.
“Sloane, did you place these here?”
“Yes,” I answered. “I also have video showing how they were removed from my tree and scattered across my garden.”
The colour disappeared from Ryan’s face.
Mira turned toward him.
“Did you enter her property?”
“No.”
I held up my phone and played the recording.
The video showed Ryan climbing the fence, filling the buckets, breaking branches and dumping the fruit.
When it ended, the street
