The HOA Fined Me for Swimming in My Own Lake, But They Had No Idea I Knew How to Expose Every Dirty Record

Bob Martinez was an accountant who had been trying for months to reconcile the HOA’s published budget with invoices he could only see in fragments. “I knew the numbers were sick,” he told me at my kitchen table, “but I didn’t know the whole body was septic.” He laughed at his own joke, then looked embarrassed. I liked him immediately.

Lisa Park was continue reading …