My Neighbor Dug Holes in His Backyard Every Weekend – Then the Police Suddenly Arrived One Morning

her hands and hit the dirt with a soft thud.

“Nothing important,” she whispered.

“It’s just… every weekend, I see you out here. Mrs. Harper… what exactly are you digging for back there? Do you need any help?”

Her eyes flicked toward her own back window. Just for a second. But I caught it.

“I’m fine. Please, don’t worry about me.”

“Mrs. Harper—”

“I have to continue reading …