Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

said.

“We know,” Shark said, taking the copies she had prepared.

“We are going to make sure the right person pays for this,” Shark said.

They returned to the clubhouse on Lake Mitchell at one in the afternoon.

The cold wind off the water smelled of damp pine, and the small wood stove in the corner was throwing off a dry, crackling heat.continue reading …