“Private Security North Coast, Captain Morales speaking.”
I took a deep breath to steady myself. “Captain, this is Valeria Cruz, the owner of the house in Costa Esmeralda, kilometer twenty-seven.”
There was a brief pause. “Of course, Mrs. Cruz. Is there a problem?”
I looked toward the road leading back to the beach. “Yes. My property has been occupied without my permission. There are more than fifteen people inside.”
His voice instantly sharpened into a professional edge. “Do you want us to come immediately?”
“Yes.”
I hung up. Then I called my lawyer back. “Attorney Ortega, I need to file a trespassing report immediately.”
“What happened?”
I explained the entire situation quickly. “Legally, you are completely within your rights,” she replied. “The house is registered only in your name.”
“I know.”
