It was hidden under a pile of banana receipts: a leather-bound journal filled with her father’s cramped handwriting. But it wasn’t about bookkeeping. It was about heists .
For the first time in her life, Hope Harper realized: maybe Daddy’s monkey business wasn’t crazy at all. hope harper daddy's monkey business
“Hear me out! Mr. Gibbons is a legend. He’s got orangutans that play poker. A mandrill who does taxes. Taxes , Hope.” It was hidden under a pile of banana