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SHAKIYA ROBERTSON WAS STANDING on her front porch when a small maroon sedan heading west on East Outer Drive slowed to a crawl and parked in front of her home. A middle-aged man with blond hair and glasses got out and made his way toward her.
“Do you know this house is in the auction?” he asked.
It was 2:40 p.m. on Oct. 21, less than an hour before bidding on her home in the 2015 Wayne County Tax Foreclosure Auction was supposed to end. The price, which had started at $500, had already been driven up to nearly $4,000.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Do you want to stay here?” he pressed.
For the past six years Robertson, who lives with her husband Warren and their three kids — Ky’Shaun, 14, Kye’Ren, 11, and Kyi’Lei 4 — had called the cozy bungalow home. The answer to his question was, of course, “yes.”
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