“This house has been deserted for more than a decade. You’ll need to clean cobwebs before any investigation takes place.”
“Who waters the plants? They all look fresh.”
“That is the story in local circulation. The house is believed to be haunted.”
“Oh, those caring souls in there must have green fingers.”
His sarcastic voice stopped ringing in my ears, as my eyes tried to believe what they were seeing. Alan was holding a planter upside down, and it was raining diamonds.
“Diamonds don’t need water…”
“Counting these everyday needs an alibi to reach the plants, and a mythical story.”