Chapter 7Kelsey’s heart continued to pound so hard it drowned out every sound in the room. What the hell was her father doing with assault rifles? With f*****g rolls of cash stuffed inside peppershakers? She searched the bin again to see if it offered any further clues. Nothing but the weapons and the money.
She forced herself to rise, to take a step back. She kicked over one of the penguins. The room felt small and airless, and she struggled to breathe.
Her father had never expressed any particular interest in guns before. He had a small handgun and a permit to carry it, and he’d kept it on him when he was walking around Cincinnati late at night. Kept it behind the counter at his shop. But these were military-level weapons. And that amount of cash — you didn’t get it running a general g
