Forty Thousand Dollars in Marked Bills Found in a Safe Deposit Box

next morning, turning the gravel pathways of the Shelbyville Cemetery into a dark, slick grey. I parked my station wagon near the iron gates, where the yellowing oak trees dropped their wet leaves onto the dark grass.

My left knee, still stiff from the joint surgery I had tried so hard to keep secret, gave a dull throb as I stepped out onto the gravel continue reading …