Chapter 1: The Trench Was Already Across Her Garden Laura Mitchell opened the back door and stopped with one hand still on the handle. Where her flowerbed had been the night before, there was now a trench. It ran from the uphill property line, cut through the grass in a raw brown stripe, and continued…
Chapter 1: They Called Me a Guest Outside My Own Home The tow hook descended toward my front wheel while twelve of my neighbors watched from the sidewalk. Its steel edge stopped inches above the tire. The driver leaned out his open window and looked past me toward Daniel Campbell, waiting for the final signal….
Chapter 1: The Dog Returned Before the Sprinklers Stopped The German shepherd squatted beside Mark Harris’s mailbox while the sprinklers were still turning. Mark stood ten feet away with a brass hose nozzle in one hand and a pair of pruning shears in the other. The sprinkler head clicked left, hissed across the lawn, then…
Chapter 1: The Citation Arrived Before the Candles Went Out Carol King pointed past Joseph as though he were blocking her view of the actual offender. Behind him, eight-year-old Amy stood at the patio table with her cheeks full of breath, waiting to blow out eight candles. Pink frosting sagged along one side of the…
Chapter 1: The Morning They Cut the Wrong Trees The chainsaw bit through the pear tree before Raymond Hill reached the fence. He heard the trunk split—a slow, fibrous crack beneath the engine’s whine—and saw the crown tilt toward Alexander Wilson’s new stone terrace. White blossoms shuddered loose as the tree came down. For one…
Chapter 1: The Notice on the Blue Door The pounding began hard enough to shake the framed family photograph beside the entryway. Michael Hall was halfway down the stairs when Barbara Miller struck the blue front door again, three clipped blows with the side of her fist. Through the narrow window, he saw her purple…
Chapter 1: The Flags Appeared Before Sunrise The loader bucket dropped into Barbara Moore’s driveway before she had reached the bottom porch step. Steel teeth struck gravel with a crack that carried through the old farmhouse. Stones sprayed beneath the lilac hedge, and an orange survey flag bent flat under the front tire before snapping…
Chapter 1: The Orange Stake in the Empty Yard Andrew opened the side gate and stopped so abruptly that his duffel bag struck the back of his leg. There was no fence beyond it. For several seconds, his mind kept supplying the missing pieces: the cedar boards his father had aligned by hand, the narrow…
Chapter 1: Forty Truckloads Behind the Cattails The dump truck lifted its bed over the last standing cattails before Samantha Harris reached the back fence. A warning horn pulsed through the morning. Gray soil slid out in a heavy sheet, folding reeds beneath it and pushing a wave of dark water toward her property. The…
Chapter 1: The Smoke Crossed the Fence Again Carol Roberts’s hand appeared through the smoke before Jonathan Green saw her face. One finger pointed over the cedar fence, rigid and pale against the gray drift rolling from his grill. Beyond it, her phone was already raised. “This is the third weekend in a row,” she…