“You need to get up to Cedar Hollow Road right now,” the voice said.

I stopped in the middle of the aisle, the heavy doors swinging shut behind me.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“A neighbor,” the man said. “There is a bulldozer sitting at your gate.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the black screen of my phone.

The elevator at the end of the hall dinged.

The doors slid open, and I saw Trevor and Kelsey waiting inside.

Trevor was looking at his own phone, a small, grim smile on his face.

He caught my eye just as the metal doors began to slide shut.

I didn’t take the next elevator.

I turned on my heel, my flat shoes squeaking against the polished terrazzo floor of the courthouse.

My lawyer, Arthur, was just stepping out of the courtroom doors, stuffing a yellow legal pad into his leather briefcase.

“Arthur,” I said, my voice tight. “They have a bulldozer at my gate.”

He stopped, his hand freezing on the brass buckle of his bag.

“What do you mean?” he asked.