The Weight of the Line and the Fractured Concrete of a Cul-de-Sac Suburb
CHAPTER 1: THE SPLIT VALVE The spade struck cracked gray aggregate with a wet, heavy thud. Leo didn’t look up from the trench. He didn’t need to see the sun to know it was baking the skin off his shoulder blades; the smell of iron-heavy mud and heated American asphalt told the story well enough….