“What transfers?”
Her lips pressed together.
Then she shook her head.
“I shouldn’t have come.”
She turned.
“Linda.”
She stopped.
“You came because you’re scared.”
No answer.
“Decide whether you’re more scared of Trish or what happens if you keep hiding things.”
She got into her car.
Drove away.
Rachel arrived twenty minutes later.
I told her everything.
She immediately called Linda.
No answer.
Again.
Voicemail.
At 10:15, Rachel received an email from Bradley Shaw.
The HOA was formally demanding $284,000 in damages.
Lost ticket revenue.
Vendor penalties.
Advertising losses.
Sponsorship obligations.
“Two hundred eighty-four thousand?” Tyler said.
Rachel looked amused.
“That’s their opening number.”
“What’s ours?”
I handed her the yield monitor report.
She smiled.
“Our number gets more interesting every hour.”
At 11:20, Cedar County Health Department inspectors arrived.
Not for me.
For the HOA.
Apparently, somebody had planned to serve food on my farm without final site approval.
