Four heartbeats, shorter apart than the woman would like them to be, but long enough, pass.
She picks the phone back up, but keeps her gaze on Bea and the other hand near her own sidearm. "Legal's not my department."
Slowly, she stands up, adjusting her jacket to maintain her weapon's concealment as necessary, and pocketing the phone.
"If you want the property out of your concern, and it's potential threat to you and your... cohabitants removed, there will be a number written on the back of the bench after you leave."
The woman is obviously not going to leave and turn her back to Bea.
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