Chapter 12
So, I now knew the who. I knew the how and the where. There was something lacking still when it came to the why, though. The items Faye had taken were part of it, but what made one man’s junk so valuable Karen was willing to kill two people to get it back?
“Karen…Come on…We don’t want to do this.” I held out my open palm. “Give me the gun.”
“What the hell is going on?” Keith asked. “Where did you get a gun?”
“Back up, Keith. I won’t shoot you,” Karen told him.
I was happy for Keith. “What about me?”
“I don’t want to shoot anyone.”
“Did you want to kill Ralph?” I asked. “Or did you have to?”
“Stop it. I just…I just wanted to retire. I wanted to have enough money to pay off all our bills and present and future college loans. I’m tired, Keith. We’re old. The shop is too muc
