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

“Timing,” I answered.

Richard’s expression hardened. “You’re medicated. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

Celeste drifted toward the window, checking her reflection in the glass. “Richard, the movers should be finished by now. I want the blue room restored before dinner.”

“The blue room?” I repeated.

“My room,” she replied sweetly. “The master suite was always continue reading …