He crouched and cleared away more dirt with the tip of the shovel. A corner emerged. Then another. A box. Brian’s pulse kicked hard. There was something buried in his yard, and Cooper had known exactly where it was.
He worked more carefully now, clearing the edges until the whole thing came into view. It was an old wooden box, pale paint still clinging to it in places, one side cracked, the metal latch rusted almost beyond recognition. He wedged both hands under it and pulled. It came free with a wet sucking sound from the ground.