Good Neighbors

An interesting week last week. Apparently, someone felt the need to cut the fuel lines on my car. The question is, is it disgruntled people from work or disgruntled neighbors. I was warned when I arrived here not to do anything that would annoy the locals because they tended to be vengeful. Usually, this is good advice, but when your job includes evaluating people, and when your personality is such that you feel the need to call law enforcement when the local meth lab starts smelling up the neighborhood, it gets more difficult in practice. Of course, contacting law enforcement is not an option. I was also told when I arrived here, by a politically connected, white collar co-worker,  to watch my step, because anyone here could kill me anytime they wanted and no one would care, because I wasn't from here. I don't quite believe that of course. I think they were just trying to mark their territory and put me in my place. I have learned though, that if you have a law enforcement problem, you need to wait until it gets bad enough to report to the state officials. If you contact the locals, they just end up giving your contact info to the person you complained on and walking away. I was told that was how it worked here to, but again, proving it is a different matter.