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

to hit the wall with a mop handle whenever she heard someone nearby.

“Where are the children?” Detective Vasquez asked.

Laura stared at me.

“What children?”

“Mia and Ben.”

“They’re upstairs.”

“No, they aren’t.”

The color left her face.

She ran toward the stairs before an officer stopped her.

“They left this morning,” I said. “They were walking down the street.continue reading …