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The entire house had been transformed into something I barely recognized. Every available surface was covered with electronics. Brand new televisions still in their original packaging. High-end laptops and tablets. Professional cameras and expensive photography equipment. Power tools that had clearly never been used.
In the corners of rooms were shopping bags and boxes filled with jewelry. Watches that looked extraordinarily expensive. Gold chains. Diamond earrings. Luxury items that we could never afford on our salaries.
On the dining table and stuffed into drawers were stacks of cash. Not small amounts. Thousands and thousands of dollars in bills of various denominations.
There was so much stolen property crammed into our small country house that my legs nearly gave out from shock. I had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing.
This was not a hobby or a side business or casual storage of legitimate purchases. This was clearly a warehouse for stolen goods. And my husband was the person who had put it all here.