Gemotions

The news lit up Clara. The realtor had been so dismissive when she asked about the house's history. "Nothing of note," he'd scoffed. Well, he was wrong! The old house that she had purchased was formerly a bank, with a daring robbery taking place there.

Clara’s fingers fairly vibrated as she scrolled through the scanned documents on her laptop. The grainy black and white photos of the scene. The reports. The hushed whispers of the neighbors. Her own home had once been the center of so much drama!

She grabbed a decorative shovel from the corner of the living room, a grin splitting her face. "Time to investigate!" she exclaimed, already plotting where to start digging, even though she didn't have a specific location. She knew, somehow, that she would find something.