“Emily Bennett?”
“That’s me.”
I raised my phone.
“I have my identification, the recorded deed, property tax records, and proof this is my primary residence.”
Michael stepped forward.
“Officer, this is a marital dispute. My wife is being dramatic.”
The officer faced him. Then at the new lock.
“When was this lock changed?”
Michael hesitated.
“Today.”
“Who authorized it?”
“I did.”
“And are you the property owner?”
Michael’s jaw tightened.
“I’m her husband. I live here.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
I handed the officer my phone. She studied the deed. Then back at Michael. Linda started talking.
“My son has lived here for three years. He has rights too. Emily is never home, and she’s been using money to—”
“Ma’am,” the officer interrupted, “I need you to stop for a moment.”
Linda went quiet. The second officer glanced past Michael into the condo. His expression changed.
