Chapter Sixteen
She couldn’t believe it, absolutely could not. She sat behind the wheel of her 4Runner but leaned over to rest her hand on the empty passenger seat as she stared out the open passenger window. The once vacant and overgrown park next to the school had been plowed over by a local and his riding lawnmower, and was now filled with row after row after row after row of pallets of bricks, Sheetrock, shingles, tar paper, sheets of plywood, five-gallon buckets of construction mud, and endless other types of building materials. There was also a virtual lumber yard that had been delivered.
She was in awe. From what she’d been told, this was only one such materials dump site around town. She’d spent the previous three weeks working with the Colorado Governor’s office to help untangle
