Her resolve seemed to crumble when Vic opened the gate and the creak of rusty hinges filled the air. “This is trespassing, you know,” she informed him.
“I don’t see a sign,” Vic countered. He entered the yard without hesitation and started up the walk.
She hurried to keep up with him as they headed for the front door of the house. “This is private property,” she said. “The purpose of the fence is to keep people out. The citizen doesn’t have to post—”
“So write me a ticket already,” Vic growled. “Just stop going on about it.”
The sidewalk cut a straight path from the road through the trim grass to the broad concrete stoop that served as a porch. Ignoring the handful of stairs leading to the door, Vic jumped onto the stoop, but the officer’s heels clicked as she took each step. This
