We watched the trucks roll past. They entered into the high-fenced area, and they didn’t come back out. Tony said he’d seen them come out one night, early, after the moon had gone. I never saw it.
“What are they building in there?”
The gate opened up. The trucks rolled in. There weren’t any walls or construction equipment visible over the top. Tony said he’d climbed the fence and seen an enormous pit.
The last truck hit a stray piece of lumber. The tarp jostled loose. A pale hand flopped down. The truck kept going.
The gates closed behind it.
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