Title 18. Section 4, Paragraph B. A state voyeurism statute passed in 2019.

*It is a Class 6 felony to install or use any device, conspicuous or hidden, to record, observe, or photograph another person in a place where they have a reasonable expectation of privacy, without their consent.*

The law was updated in 2019 specifically to include drones and exterior cameras pointing into private dwellings.

It wasn’t a civil matter. It was a felony.

I printed the document. Four pages. I took a thick blue highlighter and marked the exact paragraph. I highlighted it three times until the paper was practically soaking wet with blue ink.

I didn’t call the patrol officers.

At 8 AM, I walked straight into the main police precinct downtown. I hadn’t showered. I was wearing sweatpants. I looked like a crazy person.

I walked up to the detective’s desk.

“Can I help you?” the desk sergeant asked, looking at me like I was a problem.

“I need to report a felony,” I said. My voice was completely flat.

“Okay, what kind of felony?”

“Voyeurism.”

He sighed. “Ma’am, if this is about a neighbor’s camera, like the patrol officers probably told you, it’s a civil dispute.”

“No.”

“Ma’am—”

“Read this.”

I slammed the crumpled, coffee-stained, blue-highlighted paper onto his desk.

“What is this?” he asked, annoyed.

“The 2019 voyeurism statute,” I snapped, cutting him off before he could dismiss me again. “Recording an area where a person has a reasonable expectation of privacy. Using a hidden or conspicuous device.”

The sergeant looked at the paper. He read the blue highlighted text. He read it again.

His entire posture changed.

“He is pointing it through my second-story window,” I said quietly. “I have pictures of the angle. I caught him in the driveway watching the live feed at 2 AM. Are you going to enforce the state law, or do I need to call the local news station and tell them the department refuses to investigate a Class 6 felony?”

He looked up at me. He didn’t sigh this time.

He picked up his radio.

“Get me Detective Harris,” he said.

I sat in an interview room for two hours. I gave them everything. The timeline. The interactions. The photos of the angle.