Two days later, I was working in my garage when a pickup truck stopped near my driveway.
A man got out and introduced himself as Mike. He was one of the contractors who had worked on Tyler’s fence.
“I hope you don’t mind me asking something,” he said. “Are you the owner of the property next door?”
“Yes.”
He hesitated.
“I thought you should know that we were given a drawing showing where the fence was supposed to go. But when we started marking the posts, Tyler told us to move the entire line farther toward your yard.”
I stared at him.
“Did he explain why?”
“He said the original line didn’t give him enough room for his backyard design. He told us he had already spoken with the neighbors and that everything was agreed.”
“Did you ask him to show you anything?”
Mike nodded.
“He showed us a sketch on his phone. But it wasn’t the same as the permit drawing.”
I thanked him and asked whether he would be willing to explain what he remembered if the matter went to court.
He said he would consider it.
When he left, I immediately called Rachel.
This was no longer just a disagreement about measurements.
We now had someone who could explain how the fence had ended up in the wrong place.
