“You could have knocked this morning!”
“It’s half past five.”
“Yes, and I would have moved it!”
There was a brief pause.
“That’s the first time you’ve said moving it was an option,” I said.
She didn’t have an answer for that.
The enforcement officer turned to her. “Have you previously been asked not to park in this location?”
Denise said, “No,” without a moment’s hesitation.
I put my tea down on the kitchen counter and picked up my phone.
“Would you like the photographs?”
“What photographs?”
I held up the screen so she could see the gallery. Twenty-two images, neatly timestamped, each one showing the same silver car across the same driveway entrance from the same kitchen window angle.
“Can you send those to the case number?” the officer asked.
“Uploading now,” I said.
The last three photographs were still attaching at this precise moment, but I felt the spirit of the statement was accurate.
