The roots of the tale

A tale of acts most vile and foul, uncovered by a gardener's trowel. A plot unlike the kind he seeds, with dirt unlike the kind he needs. A simple man, of lawn and hedge, Wah digs to bury, not to dredge. Still, Wah, the landscape engineer, knows well of roots beneath the land, and knows that brambles, thorns and stones cannot resist the gardener's hand.

And with his shovel, Wah did toil, with stomach churning, dug up the soil. He found an earring, then an ear, and so began a cruel year. Day by day, and month by month, Wah nurtured clues and grew a hunch. A simple man, of shrub and vine, who trimmed back lies and found the crime. And found the criminals who thought, a man who labors can be bought. Not Wah, he knows the Truth is all
that bears sweet fruit in gloom of Fall.