As they pull into the gravel driveway my mind is racing, oh how could they come and try to find clues to something covered up so well. Sweat dropped as I raced around to make sure there was nothing visible to get caught. I open the door “hello I’m Ellen what brings you by“, I asked? Telling me they were here to find clues to a mystery from 7 years ago that they would like to ask me some questions. I politely agree and walk them to the kitchen. Have you ever heard of the man that used to live in this house? I reply yes he was a very quiet man I think his name was Paul foster he was in his late 60s. He had lived here for over 40 years before he went missing 7 years ago. Hmmm well I have not heard anything about him I respond. They ask if they can look around I say that’s fine knowing that there is no evidence left to be found. I’m washing dishes when I look out my kitchen window to see them searching outside, oh am I nervous they are literally right on top of Mr. Foster. I never thought they would come to look for him honestly no one would miss an old hermit that stays at home all the time. I poke my head out and ask them if they would like some lemonade. They all come back in and ask me more questions. How did you know Mr. Foster? Well I didn’t really know him that well I just knew he was an old hermit that lived here. How did you end up living here? I saw the place go up for rent about a year and a half ago. I thought I could fix it up a bit and call it home. I sat there nervously wondering how many more questions could they ask? Then finally they asked how long have I had the garden outside. I said well when I moved in I just kinda kept up with it that is was a beautiful garden I didn’t want to go to waste. They looked inside the house for about an hour and then thanked me for my time. I knew at that moment it was over I finally got away with it.