Chapter 1: The Saw Blade Beside the Fig Tree The circular saw started before Thomas Hall had finished tying his shoes. Its blade screamed through lumber on the other side of the fence, then stopped so abruptly that the silence felt struck rather than restored. A second later came the dull percussion of a hammer…
Chapter 1: The Swing Set Was Already in His Yard The metal post had been driven into Robert Nelson’s lawn less than six feet from the chair where he drank his coffee every morning. For several seconds, he stood on the back step with the mug suspended near his mouth, trying to make the object…
Chapter 1: The Porch Was Empty Before Sunrise Catherine Walker opened the living-room curtains and saw bare porch boards. For several seconds, she did not understand what she was looking at. The white railing remained. The brick columns remained. The hooks beneath the eaves still held their loops of dark green wire. But every object…
Chapter 1: The Notice Read Loudly on the Porch “You have thirty days to dig up the septic field.” Eric Baker said it loudly enough for the two neighbors at the roadside to hear. Charles Hall stood behind the screen door with one hand still wrapped around his coffee mug. The porch boards were cool…
Chapter 1: The Notice Nailed Beside His Mother’s Garden The yellow notice had been stapled directly over the brass survey marker. Richard Carter stopped halfway through the gate and stared at it, one hand still holding the thermos he had carried from his kitchen. The paper trembled against the cedar post in the faint morning…
Chapter 1: The Cord That Did Not Belong There The meter on the garage wall was spinning fast enough to catch Katherine Mitchell’s eye from six feet away. She stopped with one hand on the recycling bin. Inside the house, the air conditioner was off. The washing machine had finished an hour earlier. Her coffee…
Chapter 1: The Concrete Forms Against the Cedar Fence The first bolt had been driven through Cynthia Walker’s cedar fence post. She saw it from thirty yards away, a bright steel head where no metal had been the evening before. On the other side of the fence, plywood concrete forms ran along the edge of…
Chapter 1: The Morning They Told Robert His Pasture Was No Longer His “Mr. Hall, you need to leave.” Cynthia Green stood between Robert and the nearest raised bed, one arm extended toward the gate as if she were directing traffic. Behind her, three women kept watering tomatoes. The spray from one hose struck the…
Chapter 1: The Two Inches Charles Claimed Gave Him Permission The baseball bat struck the mailbox before Samuel reached the front door. The first blow bent the metal door inward. The second tore the box from the cedar crossarm. By the time Samuel stepped onto the porch in his robe and bare feet, the third…
Chapter 1: The Notice Folded Before the Sun Went Down The violation notice had been taped directly beneath the flag, where the afternoon wind made its lower corner strike the front door like a fingernail. Michael Clark stood on the brick step with his work bag still over one shoulder. Above him, the flag shifted…