“Yes. I saw it yesterday morning. Elma and I cleaned it off."

Lyndon scrubbed his hands with soap. "Did the camera catch the evildoer's face? Could you see who it was?"

"It was a man; he was wearing black. But he had a hat and a mask. I couldn't see his face clearly."

Lyndon finished washing his hands and paused for a moment. Then he looked at Tilda. "Someone is out to get you."

Tilda swallowed hard. "It seems that way."