gathered nearby.
Mrs Patel from across the road stared at Ryan.
“You climbed into her garden in the middle of the night?”
Ryan ignored her.
Mira took out her phone.
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
“Calling the police.”
His confidence vanished.
“That isn’t necessary.”
“You trespassed and damaged private property.”
“It was only a tree.”
“It was not your tree.”
When the officers arrived, Ryan changed his story several times. First, he said the apples had fallen naturally. Then he claimed he had entered my garden to clean them
