Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

on the outside.

A handgun beneath the driver’s seat of Rick’s truck.

A shovel, rope, and several containers of fuel in a storage compartment.

There were screenshots from Laura’s phone showing messages Rick had sent.

You embarrass me again, and no one will find enough of you to bury.

Tell your sister you were confused.

The final photograph showed a handwritten continue reading …