Grant’s truck sat behind it.
Dad told me to keep driving.
“Why?”
“Because I want to know what they do when they think I’m not here.”
We parked two blocks away.
Dad called the police non-emergency line.
He did not tell them his daughter was stealing from him.
He simply explained that people were attempting to enter his home after falsely reporting his death.
The dispatcher asked whether he believed anyone inside was armed.
Dad said he did not know.
Then we waited.
Seven minutes later,
