I let them in, my hands shaking. The older officer introduced himself as Detective Ruiz and laid a faded newspaper clipping on my kitchen table. Armored Truck Robbed, $900,000 Missing. The date was 1996. \u201cThe man who did it lived in this house,\u201d he said. \u201cHis name was Earl Dobbs. He died in prison without ever revealing where the money was. His son moved in next door two years ago. You know him as Kurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
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My mouth went dry. \u201cHe told me his last name was Collins.\u201d Ruiz nodded grimly. \u201cWe picked him up at a truck stop near the state line last night with $412,000 in a cooler. Less than half.\u201d He looked out my back window at the hole, then at the untouched corner where my rose bushes still stood. \u201cSo either he hid the rest,\u201d he said quietly, \u201cor it\u2019s still in your yard.\u201d<\/p>\n
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