Scott POV
Slowly, I combed the old house from top to bottom, and after finding nothing unexpected, I worked my way around the outside, doing the yard and gardens. I was slowly losing interest. This is boring when you only find old nuts and bolts, a few lost rings, and that sort of thing. I was starting to think that maybe the safe room was all there was to find here; I was making this last garden bed and then calling it a day; maybe later, when I had time, I would look at the last few places in the yard.
I reached a part of the lovely garden bed that seemed to have been lovingly cared for in the past; I thought maybe it was in honor of someone or something; it was so carefully laid out, and it was in that garden amongst the roses, that my metal detector started to beep. I waved the end
