Walmart’s Wall

The demo was going great until the jackhammer suddenly stopped. I put down my plans and went to investigate, but only found Juan and Mauricio standing dumbfounded around a half-demolished slab of concrete.

"What the fuck are you--" My bad Spanish fizzled out when I spotted it.

The fingers looked like they belonged to a doll, yet the dust outlined that the little hand had fingerprints. I looked at the men standing at either side of me. Mauricio, a recently immigrated high schooler was slowly turning green. Juan, a father of six, had a line of tears falling from his eyes. I murmured something that I hoped was, "You guys should take the rest of the day off. I'll give you full pay" and took the jackhammer from Juan. The guys left, and I called the police. A few hours later, the cops had taken over the jackhammer and were uncovering the fourth baby as my workers and I stood along the perimeter of our construction site wondering who the fuck would do this.