“We should widen the hole,” I say.“I’ll work on that while you keep going down.”
I place my shovel on the side of the hole and press my foot into it, taking a new sliver of soil out.
“This is getting us nowhere, Maddox,” Alissa finally says.“I think we’re digging in the wrong spot.”
“We can’t be.”I look down at the soil.“This area was clearly dug up recently.”
She presses her lips together.“The original riddle said the evidence was hiddenbeneathflower and shrub.Not next to it.”
I widen my eyes.“So you think…?”
“It’sunderone of these rosebushes.Not in the soil next to them.”
I bite my lip.“But if we dig up a bush, it’ll be a lot clearer that someone was here looking around.”
“All the more reason for them to place a rosebush over what was buried.But we can replant it once we’re done.I’ve done that in my friend Dinah’s garden a few times.”She kneels again, grabbing the flashlight.“It looks like the soil is fresher near the white rosebush, so I’m thinking that’s the one we need to dig up.”
“Well, shit.”I place my shovel at the base of the rosebush and press it into the earth.
Alissa gets to her feet.“Ouch!”she cries out.
“Everything okay?”
She places a finger in her mouth.“The thorns.I wasn’t thinking.”She examines her finger.“Just a little cut.I’ll live.”
“You need a bandage or something?”
She chuckles.“No.It’ll stop bleeding on its own in a bit.”She grabs her shovel and digs in, grimacing slightly.A small line of blood trickles down the wood, but she continues.
Within fifteen minutes or so, we’ve dug underneath the rosebush enough to pull it out by its roots.We each stand on one side, taking care not to get pricked by the thorns of the bush itself, and lift it out of the ground, placing it gently near the picnic tables.We’ll want to replant it once we’re done.
Now we’re cooking.Just digging up the rosebush created a pretty sizeable hole, and, if the riddle isn’t leading us astray, we should be able to just dig straight down.
Several more minutes pass until my shovel hits something solid.It has a little give, so it’s not made of metal.Maybe hard cardboard.
I look up at Alissa, grinning.“Oh my God, I think we found what we’re looking for.”
She grabs the flashlight and peers down.“Whatever it is, it’s red,” she says.
I poke my spade over it, prodding gently until the soil begins to give again.“Looks like it’s about a foot across.”I feel around the perimeter of the object.“Feels like it’s round.”
We dig around the object until we’ve gone deep enough to pull it out.It’s a box, round in shape like I guessed.I pull it out.It’s heavy.I place it on the nearest picnic table.
It’s an elegant hat box, the kind a sophisticated lady would keep her finest pieces in.Dirt is clinging to it on every side, but it still has an impressive sheen.Hearts line the sides of the box, and a knotted velvet ribbon brings the whole thing together.
“We’ll have to untie the ribbon to see what’s inside,” Alissa says.
“Sounds good.You work on the ribbon, and I’ll work on getting this rosebush replanted,” I say.“I’ll use the big flashlight, and you can use your phone light.”
She nods and starts working at the ribbon.
Meanwhile, I return a few chunks of soil to the hole we’ve made, getting it to about the level it was when we removed the rosebush.I’m about to turn to ask Alissa to help me put the rosebush back in when?—
“Oh my God!”
I look over at Alissa.Her eyes are wide, and under the moonlight she’s pale as a ghost.The lid is still on the box, but the knot is untied and lying in a heap at its side.Her phone, with its tiny flashlight activated, is on the ground next to her.
“Alissa!”I run over to her.“What is it?”
