Robert stood and made his way forward. “Hey!” he barked. “You’re not supposed to be here!” The cameraman flinched. The woman didn’t even turn. “We’ll be done in two minutes,” she said breezily. “You should be grateful—we’re giving your place exposure.”
Robert pointed at the mulch line. “That’s not a path. That’s private land. You need to leave.” “Do not raise your voice at me,” the woman snapped, turning around now. “You’re going to regret this.” That’s when the mist hit.