A Two Thousand Dollar Nebraska Land Purchase Leads to a Federal Fraud Case
I set the paper on the table and went back to the window. The black car was gone from the ridge, but the silence in the kitchen felt heavier now.
At four o’clock, the high whine of an electric motor cut through the quiet of the yard.
I went out to the driveway and found the black Tesla parked right against my wooden gate. A man with pale skin and wire-rimmed glasses was sitting in the driver’s seat with his window rolled down halfway.
He was Chadwick Fairmont, the husband of the woman who had stood on my porch the day before. He did not look at me when I approached the car.
Instead, he held his mobile phone up to his eye, pointing the camera lens through the open gap in the glass toward my machine shed. He took three quick photos of the tractor parked inside the open double doors.
“Can I help you with something?” I asked, stopping five feet from his bumper.
Chadwick lowered the phone and peered through the lens one more time before looking at me directly. His face was entirely blank, his eyes quiet and small behind the glasses.
