Zela took a deep breath. Mrs. Garrison shook in Zela's arms. "Is it going to exploded? Tell me."
Zela looked into Ben's eyes. There was a calmness there. One that reassured her.
"Just stay still," Ben commanded.
He squatted by the box and carefully unwrapped the ribbon from Mrs. Garrison's foot. Suddenly the ticking stopped.
"Get down," Ben shouted as he tossed the box into the middle of the yard.
The explosion knocked both Zela and Mrs. Garrison back into the house. Ben hit the ground outside the door.
Fiery debris rained down around them.
Zela shook her head. Mrs. Garrison looked up.
"Are you okay?" Zela asked the older woman.
Zela turned to Ben. He was already up looking at the remains of the bomb.
Before she could ask Ben any questions, sirens filled the air.
She saw Ben pick up something from the bushes near the house and slip it into his pants pocket. Before she could asked him anything, a fire truck pulled up before her house, followed by the police.
What had Ben found?