Not surprise. Not confusion.
A pause.
“Oh,” he said. “You saw that.”
The words lowered something cold into me.
“Yes, Brent. I saw it. It’s north of the stone fence. A good forty yards north.”
He sighed, as if I had interrupted dinner to complain about music. “Our contractor verified the boundary before breaking ground. We hired a professional survey crew. They assured us we were within our parcel.”
“They assured you wrong.”
“Fences aren’t always accurate, Daniel.”
“This one is.”
“With respect, old fences can be misleading.”
“With respect, so can people who want something.”
His voice tightened. “We spent close to thirty-five thousand dollars on excavation already. We did our due diligence.”
