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

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Laura’s knees buckled.

“He found out.”

Detective Vasquez caught her arm.

“Found out what?”

“The copies.”

I looked at the flash drive in my hand.

“Copies?”

Laura began crying.

Mia and Ben had not hidden one drive.

They had hidden twelve.

One beneath a bush at my house.

One behind Mrs. Alvarez’s mailbox.

One inside the loose stone wall near Mr. Patel’s garage.

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