Under her porch
She watched carefully as the exposed cable trailed across the shallow dunes protecting her beachfront home from tides. To her shock, it emerged again on the other side and disappeared directly beneath her wooden porch. “What the hell is this?” Judy whispered, heart pounding. Bruno barked once and followed it without hesitation, darting under the porch’s shadowy framework. “Bruno, where are you going?!” she called out, panic edging her normally calm voice as it cracked.
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