Clarence didn’t answer right away. He bent down, picked up his broom again, and brushed a few stray leaves off the porch. “People take shortcuts when they think no one’s watching,” he muttered. Then, almost to himself: “I just hope I didn’t go overboard with all this.”
The next day, around noon, the man returned—but this time he brought company. A black-and-white patrol car rolled up beside him. Two officers stepped out—one older, gray-haired and steady; the other younger, holding a tablet.