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The old Miller house at the end of the cul-de-sac wasn’t haunted, but it was lucrative. For Leo, Jax, and Chloe, it was the perfect "office." They had spent the summer perfecting a side hustle that lived in the gray area of neighborhood ethics: they were professional "inconvenience removers."

"Twenty bucks or a fifty-dollar fine," Jax would say, leaning against a mailbox with a smirk. "Your call, Mr. Henderson." naughty teens money

The next morning, the drone was gone from their garage. In its place was a heavy manila envelope stuffed with more cash than they had made all summer. On the front, a single note was scrawled in thick, black ink: “Consider this your retirement fund. Stay inside.” The old Miller house at the end of

The "hush money" started rolling in. They called it a "consultancy fee." Henderson