“I can’t believe what a mess it is in here,” Megan said to her husband. “Did your dad ever throw anything away?”
Eric laughed. “Well, he didn’t have a car, so he used his garage to store his collectibles.”
“If you define collectibles as junk,” Megan said.
“Well, make sure you go through all the containers,” Eric said. “There might be some hidden treasures in this garage.”
After a few hours of rummaging through all of the collected crap in Eric’s father’s garage, Megan said, “I’m exhausted. Can we call it a day?”
“Yeah,” Eric said. “I just want to grab that rusty kerosene can from that shelf up there.” He got the step ladder, reached up, and pulled down the old kerosene can. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed.
“Eric, are you okay?” Megan called out as she was just about to exit the garage.
“Megan, this can is full of hundred dollar bills,” he said.
“What was your father into, Eric? There’s gotta be ten grand in this can,” Megan said. She pulled a few hundred dollar bills out of the can. “Ugh, they smell like they’ve been soaked in kerosine.”
“What do you know about money laundering?” Eric asked.