Something heavy was idling just beyond my walls.
“What is that?” I mumbled, sitting up.
a deep rumbling noise dragged me out of sleep.
The sound did not stop.
It grew louder, mechanical and grinding, coming from the backyard.
I threw off the blankets and stumbled toward the window.
My hand went to the curtain.
My heart began to hammer.
I pulled it back.
The sound did not stop.
For a moment my brain refused to understand what my eyes were showing me.
A massive concrete truck was backed up against my fence, its chute swung out over my yard.
“No,” I breathed. “No, no, no.”
Katherine stood beside it in the gray dawn light, her arms folded, watching with satisfaction.
Behind the wheel of the truck sat a man I recognized as her husband.
He owned a construction company.
“No,” I breathed. “No, no, no.”
The drum on the back of the truck was turning.
