He took notes.
The inspector examined the wall.
Then checked the survey.
The HOA president watched him.
Her confidence began returning.
"Finally," she said, "someone qualified can explain the actual boundary."
The inspector looked up.
"That's what we're here to establish."
She pointed toward the orchard.
"This entire strip belongs to the community landscape reserve."
He looked at her.
"Do you have a recorded instrument supporting that?"
She blinked.
"A what?"
"A deed, recorded easement, or other legal document establishing the interest you're claiming."
She lifted her chin.
"We have approved community maps."
He nodded.
"I've reviewed the maps submitted with your project application."
"Then you understand."
"Actually, I have several concerns."
Her smile faded.
"What concerns?"
He opened the folder.
Placed two surveys on the wall.
Then pointed toward the boundary.
"This is the recorded parcel line."
She frowned.
"That can't be right."
He continued.
"This is the boundary shown on the HOA's project drawing."
She stared.
The lines differed dramatically.
The inspector tapped the second map.
"Your proposed walkway appears to cross privately owned land."
She swallowed.
"The community has used that corridor for years."
"Historic use and legal rights are separate questions. The project cannot simply treat the property as HOA-owned without documentation."
Her face tightened.
"You're mistaken."
He shook his head.
"I'm explaining the records."
She pointed toward me.
"He has been obstructing a community improvement project."
I folded my arms.
"I've been declining to donate my grandfather's land."
She glared.
The inspector continued.
"Construction approval has not been issued for the disputed portion."
Her head snapped toward him.
"What?"
"And based on the submitted boundary information, the project requires further review before proceeding."
She stepped closer.
"You can't stop this."
He remained calm.
"I'm not making a personal decision. I'm explaining the current permit status."
Her cheeks reddened.
She looked toward the deputy.
"Do something."
The deputy frowned.
"About what?"