Chapter 6 - The Cleanup Operation
Within twenty-five minutes, the house was completely empty of unauthorized bodies. The only sounds left were the low hum of the refrigerator, the gentle lapping of the lake against the shoreline, and the distant roar of Ryan’s oversized RV being dragged down the county road by the tow truck, its hazard lights blinking in defeat.
Sheriff Henderson walked back into the living room, holding a clipboard with final signatures. "Well, Colonel, looks like the premises are secure. We’ve issued all trespass warnings. If any of them return within the next year, it’s an automatic felony arrest without bail."
"Thank you, Sheriff," I said, shaking his hand once more. "I appreciate your professionalism and prompt response."
"Just doing our job, ma'am. Enjoy your seventy-two hours of peace. You’ve certainly earned them."
Marcus stayed behind for a few minutes to review the property logs. "Emily, the security footage clearly shows forced entry through the side window when they couldn't pick the front smart lock. We have grounds to sue for property damage and legal fees. Do you want to press civil charges against Ryan for the repair costs?"
I walked over to the floor where Ryan’s mother had broken her teacup, kneeling down to pick up a shard of porcelain. I thought about it for a moment, then tossed it into the trash can.
"No, Marcus," I said softly. "Let him pay towing fees, hotel rooms for twenty people on a holiday weekend, and the absolute humiliation of being dragged out by the sheriff in front of his entire family. That is a penalty he will never, ever forget. That’s more than enough destruction for one lifetime."
Marcus smiled, snapping his briefcase shut. "Cruel and unusual punishment, Colonel. I love it. I’ll send you the finalized security incident report tomorrow morning before you head back to base."
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Once Marcus and the deputies left, absolute silence descended upon the lake house. I walked through every room, inspecting the damage. There were dirty footprints on my carpets, empty beer cans on the counters, and a general air of disrespect lingering in the air. But underneath it all, the house was still mine. Every nail, every beam, every board had been paid for with my sweat, my sacrifice, and my service.
I walked out onto the back deck, breathed in the crisp evening air scented with pine and lake water, and looked out across the dark, reflective surface of the water. The stars were beginning to emerge, brilliant and unmoving. Seventy-two hours. That was all the time I had before I had to report back to active duty. And by God, I was going to spend every single second of it in absolute, uninterrupted peace.
