“Christine!” The pounding on my front door nearly made me drop my coffee. When I opened it, my neighbor Denise stood there in a bathrobe, furious. “Did you do this?” she screamed. I followed her pointing finger toward the driveway and froze. Her car had been completely covered in thick white paint—from the hood and windows to the mirrors and headlights.
Two weeks earlier, my own car had been coated in neon pink paint. Denise had acted sympathetic and encouraged me to call the police, but I had suspected her from the beginning. Unfortunately, I had no proof. That night, I installed security cameras around my property, hoping they might prevent another incident.
