Part 2: The Truth
Ethan’s confidence disappeared the second he saw the patrol cars.
One deputy pulled him aside by the concrete mixer while another walked up to the porch to talk to me. I explained that my son had blocked the only road onto my property and wasn’t going to let me leave until I agreed to discuss his transfer contract.
“My porch camera recorded the whole conversation,” I told him.
He looked over toward it. “We’re going to need a copy of that.”
“You can have it.”
Ethan was cited on the spot, and the whole incident got forwarded to the county attorney, since he’d used the roadblock specifically to pressure me into signing.
The truck got hauled off the driveway. Before Harry left, he put a hand on my shoulder.
“He’s still your son,” he said.
“I know that.”
“Doesn’t change what he did today.”
“I know that too.”
Twenty minutes later, Ethan knocked on the door. I let him sit down at the kitchen table where he’d eaten a few thousand meals as a kid.
“I’ve already called an attorney,” I told him. “I’m not discussing the property without counsel present. Not anymore.”
