Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

said, polishing his glasses on his sleeve. “This account has not held a single dollar since the autumn before last.”

He looked up at Mike, his eyes sharp behind his clean lenses.

“This is not a mistake, Mike,” Shark said.

“He gave it to her in front of the kid,” Mike said, his voice dropping into a low rumble.

“He wanted the address,” continue reading …