"I know that now."
My voice cracked. I hated how weak it sounded.
"He lied to me. He dug a giant hole in my lawn and disappeared. I don't understand why you're acting like I had something to do with it."
"We aren't accusing you of anything," Officer Gerald replied. "We need to establish what happened."
I led them into the backyard.
Neither man spoke at first.
The hole looked even worse under the porch light. It was nearly rectangular, with sharp sides and a deep center. The loose soil around it had started to slide back down.
Officer Beckett walked along the edge.
"This wasn't done with a shovel alone," he said.
"What does that mean?"
"He likely used machinery."
I remembered the peaceful weekend at my mother's house. While she had been arguing with me about dating, Mark had been tearing apart my yard with heavy equipment.
The thought made me sick.
