I called Brent from the edge of it.
He answered in the second ring, cheerful. “Daniel. What is happening?”
I looked at the water rising above the land my grandfather had walked. “Is there a lake on my property?”
A pause.
It’s not a surprise. Not confusion.
A pause.
“Oh,” he said. – You saw him.
The words came down a little cold in me.
“Yes, Brent. I saw it. It’s north of the stone fence. A good forty meters to the north.
He sighed, as if he had interrupted dinner to complain about music. “Our contractor checked the limit before we started building. We hire a professional survey team. They assured us that we were inside our package.”
“They assured you badly.”
“The fences are not always accurate, Daniel.”
“This is.”
“With respect, old fences can be misleading.”
“With respect, so can people who want something.”
His voice tightened. “We already spent about thirty-five thousand dollars on excavations. We did our due diligence.”
