His other life intrudes on a Tuesday when a maintenance call goes out over the PA about a water main leak near the old park. It’s the sort of municipal disruption that eats the morning, that snarls after-school commuting and requires municipal coordination—and, crucially, a place where civic systems fray and criminals like to slip through. He finds himself drawn to the edge of the problem like iron to a lodestone. There’s no grand rationale beyond that innate, stupid, relentless sense that when something goes wrong, someone needs to fix it.