Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

Shark said, his voice steady. “The landlord’s bank would have to send the rejection notice here.”

He tossed the paper check onto the pine table, where it slid across the wood and stopped near the edge.

Mike did not touch the paper check.

He watched Shark pull a heavy magnifying glass from his desk drawer and slide its cold metal rim over the ink.

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