asked.
"You fell in a hole?"
Polly chuckled. "Yeah. A big room. There was a set of bones and..."
Rebecca crinkled her forehead. "I don't believe it. You found a dead body at our house?"
Henry reached across the table and put his hand down in front of Rebecca's plate. "We're pretty sure the bones are very old." He looked at Polly. "I need to pick up my truck, too."
"That's right," she said. "I stole you from there. Do you suppose they’re still taking the scene apart?"
"They'll be there for a while," he said with a smile. "But you can't work in that back yard until I'm sure there are no more holes for you to fall into. After that, Heath and I will clean up the rest of the concrete. I should have done that in the first place."
"If you'd fallen down there with your bobcat, you could have seriously hurt yourself," Polly said. "I can't believe you managed to break up that floor without falling in."
He nodded. "There but for the grace of God sometimes."
Polly poked Rebecca. "There's a tunnel, too. I think it leads from that room back to the house. And since we found a still there, I'm betting somebody made whiskey and sold it in the hotel. How's that for a story?"
"I can't wait to see it," Rebecca said. She pushed her plate back. "I'm done. Can we go now?"
"Henry isn't finished yet," Polly admonished. "Be patient. We have all afternoon."
"You mean I don't have to go back to school today?"
"No," Polly said. "Not today. You've had enough. What did you tell them in the office, Henry?"
"That we had a family emergency and she'd be gone for the rest of the day." He grinned at Rebecca. "I've got your back."
She laughed at him and then slumped into her seat. "I just wish it wasn't because Kayla is gone. How could she just leave and not tell me where she was going?"
"Something scared them pretty bad," Polly said. "All they could think about was getting away from whatever it was."
"Will you call Deputy Decker later to find out who called Stephanie on her phone?"
"I’ll ask. I don't know how much he'll tell me, but I promise that I'll ask." Polly pointed at Rebecca's hamburger which was only half eaten. "Do you want to eat that later or are you really done?"
"Can I give it to Han and Obiwan?"
"That sounds great," Henry said, and put the last few bites of his hamburger on her plate. "There, that's enough bites of burger to make the boys happy."
Rebecca pointed to Polly's tenderloin. "You didn't eat very much of that either."
"That's not for the dogs, though," Polly said. She'd cut the sandwich in half, knowing Heath would finish it when he got home this evening. He always came in the house ravenous and no matter what she fed him, he was also ready for dinner when it was served.
"How was everything?" Lucy asked. She pointed at Rebecca's plate. "Your meal seems to have grown."
"We're taking it home to Obiwan and Han," Rebecca said. "And that's for Heath. He eats everything."
Lucy chuckled. "You have some lucky boys in your household. You take good care of them. Are you sure you don't want a sundae today?"
Rebecca's eyes grew big. "No, we're going over to the house to see the hole that Polly fell in. She found bones and a still and a tunnel."
"She did! I hadn't heard about that yet." Lucy smiled at Polly. "The grapevine failed me today. A whiskey still? How old do you think it is?"
"It has to be pretty old. Nobody has been in there for decades."
"My husband's granddaddy made moonshine back in the days of Prohibition," Lucy said. "More than a few farmers were doing that around here to keep their families fed. I'll have to ask him if he remembers any of the stories his father used to tell."
"We were wondering if Bell House was a speakeasy," Polly said. "We can't figure out why the hotel went out of business so fast." She chuckled. "I wonder if those bones belong to Franklin Bell. Nobody knows where he went either. It would be too bad if he died down there because no one knew where he was."
"Let me ask Greg tonight.