My Dad Finished Repairing My Boss’s Pool and Was Refused Payment, Then One Look at the Water Told Him Exactly What to Do
I made it in seventeen.
When I turned onto Lakeview Drive, I immediately saw two police vehicles.
Dad was standing in the driveway beside an elderly woman with white hair and a folder tucked under one arm.
Richard was arguing with an officer.
Melissa stood nearby looking completely shaken.
I parked and hurried over.
The elderly woman approached me first.
“Are you Julie?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Eleanor Marks. I live on this street.”
She gestured toward Richard’s property.
“I was here when this house was built. I was here before it existed too.”
I stared at her.
“I don’t understand.”
“Your father will explain.”
Then she looked directly at me.
“But before he does, you should know something. What happened here is not his fault.”
I found Dad.
“What is going on?”
He led me away from Richard.
“Remember that strange calcium deposit I mentioned?”
“Yes.”
“The pipe had failed in an unusual way. The buildup suggested something outside the pipe was creating pressure.”
“So?”
“So I excavated around it.”
“And?”
“I found a box.”
I stared at him.
“A box?”
“A sealed metal box. Buried underground.”
He explained that according to old permits, the pool had been constructed about twenty-two years earlier near the original property line.
