George was getting a little preturbed by all the questions. “I done told ya, I ain’t never buried nobody out here in my yard. Rover found the bone.”
“Does Rover always roam freely in the neighborhood?”
“Neighborhood?” George chuckled.“You city boys. There ain’t enough folks around here to shake a stick at, let alone callin her a neighborhood. Hell, when deaf Gerry fights with his ole lady down there you hear it all the way to Ben’s house down there!” George pointed in both directions as he explained.
The officer had to agree it was a rural area. “Has anyone else found any of those….rocks? You know, the glowing ones?”
“Don’t reckon. Nobody’s ever told me nothin. Who cares about them rocks anyhow?”
“Well, George, those aren’t just rocks.” The officer wondered just how much information he should give to this man. He did realise that George wasn’t the brightest one, but maybe he knew more than what he was telling.
Before he could continue, George interupted, “Well, then maybe you should see this.”