It was one of those warm summer afternoons when the air was heavy and the heat oppressive. In the idyllic suburb at the edge of town, where most gardens were blooming oases of tranquility, the new homeowner had big plans. The old garden, which until then had been little more than a collection of wild bushes and patches of grass, was to give way to a chic pool. A dream project meant to give the property the final polish. But the dream quickly turned into a nightmare when the excavator’s bucket suddenly hit something hard – a human skull.
