“Actually,” Eli said, “it was. Two signs. They’re over there in the ditch where someone tossed ’em.” The younger officer walked over to retrieve the plywood signs, now caked in mud but still clearly legible.
Claire sighed. “Alright. Everyone parked here is getting cited for trespassing and illegal parking on private agricultural land. If you’d like to file a complaint, you’re welcome to do so downtown.” The woman exploded. “This is outrageous! I’m going to go viral with this!”