My Dad Finished Repairing My Boss’s Pool and Was Refused Payment, Then One Look at the Water Told Him Exactly What to Do
The items clearly predated Richard’s ownership.
They were connected to an identifiable former owner.
And possibly to a living heir.
Dad wasn’t going to put the box in his truck.
He wasn’t going to quietly hand it to Richard.
And he certainly wasn’t going to keep it.
He documented the discovery.
Photographed everything.
Contacted Eleanor.
Then contacted the authorities so the contents could be handled properly.
Eleanor had also located Tibor’s son.
His name was Martin.
He was seventy-three and lived in New Mexico.
He was already on a plane.
Richard, meanwhile, was arguing that anything discovered beneath his property belonged to him.
The officers weren’t making a final ownership determination.
Their job was to secure the items and document what had happened until the legal question could be resolved.
I looked at Dad.
“What does any of this have to do with your invoice?”
“Technically? Nothing.”
Then he gave me a small look.
