At first I thought the shovel had struck an old pipe. But after brushing away another few inches of soil, I uncovered the corner of a heavy steel box. That was when I stopped digging. Whatever my tenants had exposed had clearly been buried deliberately, and I wasn’t about to start prying it open myself. I photographed everything, climbed out of the hole, and called the city—the same call I had originally planned to make about the unauthorized pool.
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