Robert sinks to his knees and digs around in the earth where he buried the phone, but he doesn’t immediately find it. He digs deeper, faster, in a widening area, turning over the dirt rapidly, his breath quickening with rage. It’s not there.
Becky. She must have seen him in the garden. She was always watching him. She must have dug up the phone.
He rises to his feet, trying to control his fury, and stares across the fence at Becky’s empty house. Plotting his next move.
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