Last week, I mounted two small cameras on my porch after a run of odd, late-night visits on our street. Greg, my neighbor, mocked me every chance he got, while Dana told me to let the footage speak. I kept quiet, saved everything, and waited for the right time. By morning, I had what I needed. I invited Greg over, and Lacey hovered near their fence, pretending not to listen. I set my tablet on the table, took a breath, and pressed play. Greg smirked, then froze. The next frame wiped the smile off his face, and Officer Hughes would soon hear why.