Mag-log inMarcus arrived at the Riverside trailer on a Wednesday in a pair of canvas pants and a straw hat that made Priya stop mid-sentence."That's a lot of hat," she said."It's a gardening hat. It's been a very productive tomato season, I'll have you know." He set down a cardboard box of old drawings and looked around the site with the expression of a man visiting a city he had once loved. "I told you I'd think about a limited role. I've thought. Two days a week, no more, and I do not attend any meeting with the word synergy in the title.""Deal," Sienna said, grinning. "I'll put it in writing.""See that you do."It had been nearly a year since his retirement celebration, and the change in him was visible. He moved more slowly, but his shoulders had lost the long, tight hunch they carried through his last years at the firm, and he laughed more easily than she had ever seen. The garden had done something for him. So, she suspected, had the plain fact of being needed for something he chose r
The permit problem began, as most of Sienna's problems did, with an email that seemed harmless.It came from the state environmental agency in late August and ran to two short paragraphs. The agency had reviewed Halcyon's remediation plan, it said, and had questions about the treatment-in-place approach on the eastern parcel. A formal review would be required before work on the heaviest-contaminated section could continue. Estimated timeline: four to six months.Sienna read it standing at her desk, and then read it again sitting down. Priya, who had learned to tell the difference between her reading postures, appeared in the doorway before she had finished."Bad?""Four to six months," Sienna said. "On the one section that actually matters.""They can't do that. Halcyon has done this a dozen times.""They can do whatever they want. That's what an agency is." She pushed the laptop away from her. "And they're not wrong to ask. If you're going to trust plants and bacteria with a neighbor
Summer came to Riverside the way it always did, all at once and bringing heat. By the second week of June the remediation crews had marked out the entire eastern parcel in bright orange flags, and the site looked less like a cleanup than a very strange kind of garden, rows of test plots and sensor stakes and tiny hand-lettered signs explaining what each patch was meant to do.Rosalind had turned twelve the week before, and her only birthday request had been a proper field notebook with waterproof pages. She now carried it everywhere, tucked into the back pocket of a pair of work pants Sienna had been forced to hem twice. Every weekday morning at seven thirty, Damian drove her to the site, handed her off to Dr. C's crew, and then drove to his own office looking, Sienna thought, more like a proud parent than a billionaire."She's very good," Dr. C told Sienna on the fourth day, finding her at the trailer with a clipboard. "She logged the moisture readings for the whole north plot yester
Dr. Priya Chandrasekaran arrived at the Riverside site on a gray Monday morning in steel-toed boots and a hard hat she had clearly owned for a very long time. The firm's Priya, who had been working with the name for nine years, took one look at the visitor and announced that they would need to sort out the nicknames immediately."I'm Priya," said Priya."I'm Priya," said Dr. Chandrasekaran, shaking her hand with a grin. "We'll figure it out."They figured it out within the hour. The firm's Priya became Priya, and the visitor, by popular vote of a crew that did not enjoy confusion, became Dr. C. She seemed to like it. She had spent twenty-five years cleaning up the messes other people had left in the ground, and she had long ago stopped caring what anybody called her as long as the work was done properly.Halcyon Environmental had been Sienna's third choice, not her first. The first firm had quoted a number that made Reyes put his coffee down. The second had wanted to excavate and haul
The first real trouble arrived three weeks later, and it arrived in a manila envelope.Foster Engineering, the geotechnical firm Sienna had hired to survey the corridor, sent over their preliminary soil report on a Thursday afternoon. Sienna was in the middle of a call about window sourcing when Priya appeared in her office doorway holding the envelope with both hands, the way you might carry a bird that had flown into a window."You should look at this," Priya said. "Before you do anything else."Sienna finished the call quickly and opened the report. She had read dozens like it over the years, dense with tables and boring in the best possible way. This one had a section near the back, highlighted in yellow by someone at Foster who had clearly not enjoyed typing it. Lead. Arsenic. Elevated levels of petroleum compounds along most of the eastern parcel, where a tannery and then a metal foundry had operated for most of a century.She read the summary twice, then set it down very carefu
Sienna went to the first Riverside listening session without a single drawing in her bag. Priya had stared at her when she announced it, the way she used to stare at the old coffee maker, as if some basic piece of equipment had decided to stop cooperating."No renderings," Priya said. "Not even a rough massing study.""Not even a napkin sketch," Sienna said. "If I show up with a picture, they'll spend the whole evening reacting to the picture. I want them reacting to the question."The question, she had decided, was simply what Riverside needed. The council had approved a corridor, a strip of old warehouses and failing storefronts along the water, but nobody had yet asked the people who lived beside it what they wanted it to become. Sienna had watched the Legacy District teach that lesson the hard way, and she had no intention of paying for it twice.The session was held in the basement of a church on Mill Street, a low room with folding chairs and a coffee urn that looked older than







