Working security for a gated community was decidedly not the direction Paco saw his life going in, but work was work. It didn’t give him the same satisfaction being a sheriff back home did, but it sustained his need for law and order — it was just on a much smaller scale. With less jurisdiction than he would have liked. Better than nothing.

He’d just started his shift when Paco got a call from one of the residents. Already? Paco knew the citizens of Wisteria Court had a tendency to be overly paranoid rich folk, but come on. Time to get to work. 

Ten minutes later, he pulled up to the address given to him and knocked on their door, admittedly scoffing at the McMansion he found around him. His house was much smaller than this one, even if the insanely high rent didn’t reflect it...

Then the door opens.

“Hi there,” Paco says firmly, sizing up the resident who requested his services. It seemed like everybody who lived in Wisteria Court was a goddamn adonis, and this one was no exception. But now wasn’t the time to be unprofessional. “You called about a security concern? What’s the matter? Everything seems fine to me...”