In the wall
George couldn’t control his curiosity any longer and decided to break a piece of the paneling, which was already loose, from the wall. There was a hole in the drywall that was now exposed. How did this hole get there? He didn’t have mice in the house, did he?
Because the hole was low to the ground, George couldn’t get a good look into it. Even with his night vision camera, there was little to see, so there was nothing to do but feel around to discover where this hole led. George dug his arm into the plasterboard up to his elbow and felt the inside carefully. He was shocked when his fingers suddenly touched something.
“What is this, Crosby?” George whispered to his dog.