A Brief History of Brennan Crimes
You sink onto an overturned crate, folder open across your lap, and proceed to have the worst reading experience of your life. Grandma Mae's 'flower shop'? A forty-year embezzlement front. The cousins? Bookkeepers. Your mother? Page seventeen, paragraph three, allegedly laundering money through a bridal boutique.
You stare at a ledger entry from 1987 and whisper, "Mae, what the hell." The warehouse hums in agreement.