Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

A retired clerk named Martha, who still filled in on Tuesdays, looked up from her computer screen as they approached.

“Morning, Shark,” she said, her voice raspy from years of office life.

“What are you digging for today?” Martha asked.

“I need the registration files for the silver sedan registered under Sarah’s name,” Shark said, resting continue reading …