Suitcase full of drug money...

Everyone has a theory about what's inside the Accidental Duplex. These theories range from construction equipment (me) to a dead body (just about everybody else). My dad believes there is a suitcase full of drug money. My wife says it's much more likely there is a dead body.

Such musings didn't stop my dad from dreaming. He believed his suitcase-full-of-drug-money theory so much that he talked his way into coming along when I opened up the Accidental Duplex. In fact, when I told him I planned on opening it with a cop buddy of mine, dad suggested I not bring him along. My friend (a Detroit PD officer) would have to report the cash and turn it over it to the city, dad explained. When I suggested bringing along my sister-in-law's boyfriend (a former Marine sniper) my dad advised against it. We would have to cut him a share, too, he said.

I chuckled when dad told me this. My wife was ready to ban him from the Accidental Duplex. She pointed out that even if there was a suitcase full of drug money, it's highly unlikely its owner would not miss it. Drug dealers don't just write off loses like that because a couple of bald, middle-aged white guys decided to walk away with their suitcases full of drug money. It's more than likely that we would have met someone like this while trying to walk away with his suitcase full of drug money.



Unfortunately, there was nothing Hollywood about what we did find in the Accidental Duplex. It was literally filled with random crap. Four floors of stuff that most people wouldn't use a word like value to describe. We did find a couple of suitcases. Actually, we found two suitcases and four trunks, including an old U.S. Army footlocker.



There was no drug money. No money at all, much to my dad's disappointment. There were also no body parts, thankfully. Both suitcases and all four trunks had the same thing inside of them.