Isaiah did so.
He provided the vehicle description, his ownership documentation, and a summary of the HOA dispute.
The dispatcher recorded the information.
He was told that an officer might follow up if additional evidence or related complaints emerged.
Isaiah also sent the company a written notice confirming that he hadn't authorized anyone to remove or transport the Mustang.
He wasn't trying to threaten the tow operator.
The company had apparently been cautious enough to question the request.
He wanted the record to be clear.
Then he contacted Rosa.
The treasurer sounded disturbed.
"She actually contacted a towing company?"
Isaiah explained what he'd learned.
Rosa was silent for several seconds.
Then said.
"Mr. Reed, I don't believe the board approved anything like that."
He nodded.
"That's what I thought."
She took a breath.
"I need to speak with our management company and legal counsel."
Isaiah looked toward the garage.
The Mustang sat beneath its protective cover.
He could see the shape of its front end through the fabric.
For a moment, he remembered his father standing beside it, laughing about the yellow paint.
Then he told Rosa something he'd been avoiding saying aloud.
"I'm beginning to think this isn't about HOA rules at all."
The treasurer's voice became quiet.
"So am I."
Pamela learned about Isaiah's police report two days later.
Dylan came into her living room carrying his phone, his face flushed with anger.
"He's trying to get us arrested."
Pamela looked up from a folder of association paperwork.
"What?"
"That tow company called the promoter. Now everybody's asking why the Mustang owner says he never agreed."
She put down her pen.
For several seconds, she stared at her son.
Then asked whether he'd told the event organizer the truth.
Dylan shook his head.
"I said the HOA was handling it."
Pamela closed her eyes.
"Dylan."
He threw up his hands.
"What was I supposed to say?"
"The truth."
He stared as though she'd insulted him.
Then replied that telling the truth would destroy his reputation and trigger repayment obligations he couldn't meet.
Pamela felt her stomach tighten.
The situation had become far more complicated than she initially imagined.
She'd wanted to help her son fulfill a promise.
Now she was facing questions about unauthorized vehicle transportation, questionable event expenditures, and documents issued in the association's name.
She could still have stopped.