January arrived cold and gray. I learned through Harold’s connections that Michael and Amanda had found an apartment in Del Paso Heights, a rough neighborhood a world away from Land Park. I didn’t seek this information. It simply arrived the way news does in a city where people talk.
3 weeks into the new year, the envelope arrived. Late afternoon, a process server at my door. Official legal document, thick paper, formal language. Sterling vs. Ross, civil complaint. I called Harold immediately. Within 15 minutes, we sat on my back porch despite the cold. The chessboard between us held a game half finished from Thursday. We pushed the pieces aside to spread the legal papers. I read the claims and laughed. Not bitter laughter, genuine amusement at the audacity. This is serious, Waldo. They’re actually suing you, claiming part ownership of your house. They’re claiming I owe them for the privilege of living in my own home. Harold flipped through pages. They’re citing adverse possession, constructive ownership through improvements. What improvements? Michael fixed a leaky faucet once. I bought the parts. My eyes caught the signature at the bottom. Linda Fitzgerald, attorney at law. I recognized the name immediately. Pulled out my laptop, searched California State Bar Records while Harold watched over my shoulder. Linda Fitzgerald, member since 2010, 127 cases on record and three losses. Win rate approximately 19%. 80% loss rate. How is she still practicing? Because desperate people hire desperate lawyers, and desperate lawyers are cheap. $5,000 isn’t cheap for people living in Del Paso Heights. No. Which means they’re betting everything on this lawsuit. They’ll lose everything. Harold moved a knight on the chessboard, studying the position. They’ve made their opening move. Aggressive, but poorly planned. I countered with my bishop, a swift, confident placement. Every aggressive opening has a weakness. You wait for them to expose it. This isn’t chess, Waldo. No, but the principle is the same. Patience defeats panic every time. I called Robert Morrison, put him on speaker so Harold could hear. Got the filing, Robert said. Linda Fitzgerald sent a courtesy copy. It’s ambitious. That’s generous. I’d call it delusional. Adverse possession requires 5 years minimum in California. They live there three. It’s dead on arrival. When’s the hearing? Judge Williams set it for February 12th. Preliminary hearing to determine merit. Harriet Williams. I know that name. Tough reputation. She doesn’t tolerate frivolous claims. This should be quick.
The weeks until the hearing crawled by with the same cold determination as January itself. I maintain my routine. Chess with Harold. Walks through Land Park, preparing for whatever came next. Amanda called once more. I let it go to voicemail. Dad, please drop this. We can work this out. Please. Her voice was broken, exhausted. I listened once, deleted it, felt nothing.
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