The maintenance gate was painted green, but the hinges were new enough to shine.
Kellan stood on the public pavement with the planning-office copy spread against the side of the team’s vehicle. The wind kept lifting its corners. Sera held one down while he aligned the drawing with the road and the fence across from them. Eli watched the gate through the gap between two parked vans.
“It’s farther south than Harrow drew it,” Kellan said.
“His sketch wasn’t to scale,” Sera replied.
“Neither was my first guess.” He moved the pencil mark. “The drainage corridor runs under the road here. The gate could give access to a service route along it.”
“Could,” Eli said.
Kellan glanced at him. “You’re learning my favorite word.”
A delivery driver approached the gate and presented a card to the guard. The guard checked a list, opened the gate just wide enough for the van and closed it behind him. Eli could see a strip of concrete leading toward a low building. The view ended at the building’s corner.
