“But this is the last undeveloped section of the valley. Once work begins, you’ll be boxed in by the project. The view will be gone. It’s just the way progress works.” Walter didn’t answer. He could see the faint dust on the man’s polished shoes, the expensive watch glinting when he gestured.
Not a local. Not someone who understood quiet. Howard reached into a folder and held out an envelope. “Take a look when you get a chance. No rush.” “I won’t be needing it,” Walter said. Howard hesitated just a second too long before setting the envelope on the porch railing. “We’ll be in touch,” he said, and walked back to his car.