I forwarded Joanna the officers’ department email and within five minutes she had sent the trust documents, occupancy designation, tax account summary, and notarized copies of the relevant property restrictions.
Officer Ortega read through the first page on her cruiser laptop, then turned to Daniel.
“You have no legal authority to exclude these residents.”
Daniel tried to square his shoulders. “This property belongs to the family.”
“No,” I said. “It belongs to the trust.”
He wheeled on me. “Same difference.”
Officer Ortega cut in. “Not even close.”
Claire finally moved then, stepping toward the officers with both palms out like she could calm the room if she only sounded reasonable enough.
“Look, my parents don’t understand how much liability this place creates. Daniel was only trying to protect them.”
Officer Ortega turned to her. “Did your parents authorize the lock change?”
Claire hesitated.
That hesitation ruined whatever story she had left.
“No,” Officer Ortega said. “Did they authorize the attempted listing?”
Claire swallowed. “Not exactly.”
“Then this is not protective action. This is unauthorized interference.”
My father lifted his head.