Caught red-handed
“Digging holes in my garden?” Her voice was hard, carrying an edge of steel. The boys shuffled their feet, uncomfortable under her intense gaze. “Can we… Can we sit down and explain?” one of them asked, his voice tremulous. Jane’s first instinct was to refuse. She felt a surge of anger at the audacity of these boys, but curiosity won over.
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