Glen Pavardy's phone ran as he drove into his driveway. His wife, Denise, opened the front door with their son, Mikey, who clung to her neck like a koala cub.

Denise waved. Glen turned off the ignition and pulled on the hand brake. He waved, put his phone to his ear and watched his wife's face sour. "Yeah, Sean."

"We've got something. Out on the Trappes Place."

"Where are you now?"

"Just leaving the station."

"Swing around to mine and pick us up, would you? I need five with Denise."

"Sure. No worries." Knowing how the job could affect wives, Sean said, "I'll give you ten."

Glen chuckled, "I think I'll need more than ten by the look on her face."

A police car was parked near the blue stone house. A uniformed officer stopped them as they drove through the gate. He leaned in the window. "We've got the old lady inside. Kelly's with her. Alex and Carmen are down that way." He pointed along the road. "Just follow the track. It curves behind the shed and continues to the line of trees."

"Ok. Thanks, Pete."

The road dipped at the tree line then crossed a dry creek bed and up the other side to a rise. When they got to the top Sean hit the brakes and whistled.

Below was row upon row of marijuana plants swaying in the late afternoon breeze.

Glen laughed and put his hands to his mouth. "Fuck! Can you believe this?" He looked over at Sean. "Butter wouldn't melt in that woman's mouth." He shook his head. "Cunning old fox." He chuckled again. "She put us onto the car hoping we'd have no cause to come here. Sweet old Mrs Trappes knows more than she's made out."

"I'm sure she does, boss." Sean hit the accelerator and headed to where Alex and Carmen were waiting.

"What do you think?" Alex said, "Must be one of the biggest hauls in the state I reckon."

Glen couldn't help but smile. "Do we know the exact amount?"

"Not yet. The old lady says there are over ten acres planted. Drug squad have sent some guys to keep an eye on it tonight and are coming in tomorrow to start the count and clean-up."

"Great work guys," Glen smirked. "I don't suppose we found a body."

"Nah... sorry chief. No, body." Alex winked. "You can't have everything."

"I'll tell you what I can have. Mrs Sally Fucking Trappes in a cell this evening."

"You're not going to interview her tonight?"

"Nope. Not our department. No, body. I'm not interested, but don't worry when the DS are finished with her, we'll take our bite. She's fucked us around enough and we've got families to go home to. Come on. Leave this to the Drug Squad."

Well. Well. Well. Old Mrs. Trappes. Who would have thought?

If you like her style how about you hit the orange star. Haha☺

If you don't like her style how about a vote for the amazing job those police did to find this haul.