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It's mere minutes before I hear knocking on my front door, and I smile at Larkin who is playing with her troll dolls in front of the television on my way to answer the door.
"Ma'am," Chandler says when I pull the door open.
"If you'll follow me," I tell him, waiting patiently as Chandler greets Larkin before following me through the house.
I'm honestly surprised to see Walker still in my backyard. I fight the grin on my face when he has the audacity to look disappointed when Chandler pulls the door open and steps outside.
"The cops?" Walker asks, sounding disappointed. "Really, Claire?"
"Is this a domestic issue?"
I glare at Chandler. "It is not. He's creeping around in my backyard and trying to look in my house. I want him arrested."
"Well, hold on," Chandler says, holding his hands out and taking a step back. "Let's not do anything hasty here."
"Hasty?" I snap, annoyed.
I know that there's very little chance that Walker would hurt me. I perfected my ability to read people long ago, and the man is honestly a squishy cinnamon roll. But even knowing that, it's not okay for him to be back here. What if Larkin saw him and it scared her?
"Is that the stance of the Lindell Police Department when they encounter a stranger lurking around a woman's backyard?"
"Wait," Chandler says, as if he's growing more and more stressed out.
"I'm hardly a stranger," Walker mutters.
"So this is a domestic situation?"
I huff and cross my arms over my chest. "It most certainly is not. I want him arrested."
"For what?" both men ask at the same time.
"For trespassing."
"I'm here because Adalynn Tate sent me to replace the battery in that toy," Walker says, pointing to the disabled ride-on.
Guilt swims inside of me, but I've had enough of backing down from the people in this town.
"That's not how trespassing works," Chandlers says. "First a warning has to be administered. Do you have a restraining order against him?"
The man pulls out a notebook and flips through the pages.
"I don't have a note of one being on file."
"She doesn't have one," Walker assures the other man.
"I want one."
Both men stare at me.
"I'm sure this has all the elements to prove a stalking case," I add. "I want him arrested."
"Claire," Walker snaps.
"I don't think—"
"It would be up to a grand jury to decide elements of a crime," I interrupt Chandler. "Isn't that right?"
"How do you even know this stuff?" Walker asks, but I ignore him.
