The Measured Line Between Steel, Stone, and Unyielding Suburban Authority
CHAPTER 1: THE TASTE OF DRY MORTAR The diesel engine of the CAT 305 mini-excavator didn’t idle so much as rattle the morning air, vibrating the cold coffee in Marcus Delaney’s mug where he stood on his front porch. Steel teeth swung three feet over the dew-damp turf of Cedar Ridge Way, hovering directly above…