Our Meddling Neighbor Got Our Cars Towed from Our Own Driveway—She Paid a Great Price in Return

Her smile faltered for a half-second. “What’s so funny?” she snapped.

I walked toward her, calm as could be.

“Nothing,” I said. “Just the fact that you owe us twenty-five thousand dollars now.”

She blinked. “What—what do you mean?”

Jack walked up beside me, hands in his hoodie pockets. I pointed to the small sticker on the back windshield of my car. It was nearly invisible unless you knew where to look.

Her eyes narrowed.

I smiled. “Bet you didn’t recognize that little mark.”

She stared at it. Open-mouthed. And we just stood there. Watching her face change.

Her eyes narrowed, lips parted slightly, as she took a slow step forward and squinted at the corner of the rear windshield. The little sticker wasn’t flashy—it wasn’t meant to be—but to the right pair of eyes, it was unmistakable.

She tilted her head. “What… what is that?” she asked, her voice suddenly thin and unsure.

Jack stayed silent. He didn’t need to say anything.

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