Kellan found the bag by the small boot mark the child had left in its side.
The route crew let them approach along a strip already checked for falling debris. The guardian kept the child on the clear side while Kellan used a board to lift glass from the strap. Something inside the bag had leaked, leaving a dark patch on the cloth. He did not open it until the crew member beside him checked for heat.
“I told you it was there,” the child said.
“You did,” Kellan answered.
The child seemed relieved that locating it counted as a thing done correctly. Eli watched from behind the marked line with Juno. The last time he had seen the road from this angle, people were carrying the worker from beneath the rack. Now an ordinary bag lay among the wreckage with its own small gravity, pulling adults into careful silence.
The guardian asked whether the camera could burn. Juno explained the battery risk and asked permission to handle it on a cleared metal tray the route crew had brought. The child wanted to stand where they could see. They found a position within the safe area, and Kellan moved the bag there himself.
