HOA Poured Concrete Into My Tank Without Warning — Karen Went Pale When Her Shower Stopped Mid-Rinse

HOA Poured Concrete Into My Tank Without Warning — Karen Went Pale When Her Shower Stopped Mid-Rinse

Chapter 9

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Droughts.

Deaths.

Development.

Ownership changes.

Forty-seven years.

Brenda Kesler ended continuous operation in forty minutes.

Sunday morning, I made coffee.

Opened a fresh file.

Then started documenting.

Photographs.

Time.

Weather.

Equipment status.

Security condition.

Facebook screenshot.

Arthur’s statement.

Truck information.

Contractor details.

The lock went into an evidence bag.

I backed digital photographs up in three locations.

By noon I had spoken with my insurer.

By afternoon Margaret was preparing notices.

Monday morning, Buck Reeves from Central Texas Underground Solutions inspected the damage.

Buck had worked on large underground tanks for more than twenty years.

He descended only as far as was safe.

Used cameras and inspection equipment.

Measured what he could.

Then climbed out.

He was quiet.

“How bad?”

He removed his gloves.

“Best case?”

“Best case.”

“Excavate access. Break and remove the concrete around the equipment zone. Replace pump. Replace manifold. Replace damaged conduit. Inspect the spring inlet. Flush. Disinfect. Retest. Recommission every connection.”

“How much?”

“Rough estimate, ninety-four thousand.”

I nodded.

“Worst case?”

“If expansion or impact cracked the tank wall?”

“Yes.”

“Demolition and structural rebuild.”

“How much?”

“One-forty, maybe more.”

“Timeline?”

“Twelve to sixteen weeks best case.”

I looked toward the access hatch.

Buck followed my eyes.

“Who did this?”

“HOA president.”

He laughed.

Then realized I was serious.

“Why?”

“She didn’t like how it looked.”

Buck stared at me.

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

He shook his head.

“I’ve seen people do stupid things around infrastructure.”

He pointed down.

“That’s special.”

His final written estimate came to approximately $94,000 assuming the cistern walls remained sound.

I filed a criminal complaint with the Hays County Sheriff’s Office that afternoon.

I brought everything.

Arthur’s photographs.

His written statement.

The Facebook post.

The cut lock.

Recorded easement.

Repair estimate.

Permits.

The concrete invoice.

The driver cooperated immediately.

He was furious.

As far as he was concerned, Brenda had used his truck and crew to damage property by lying about her authority.

I also notified the HOA board members individually.

Not through Brenda.

Each received written notice that the Reigns supplemental system had been deliberately damaged, distribution had been shut down for safety, and affected properties would no longer receive supplemental pressure until the system could be inspected and restored.

Arthur later told me the board reactions.

Marcus Webb called him first.

“She actually poured concrete into it?”

“Yes.”

“She told us she was going to pursue landscaping options.”

“She pursued one.”

Julia Chen said:

“She told me it was abandoned.”

Arthur answered:

“You have received maintenance invoices every year.”

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