Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

Sarah was sitting at the pine table, her fingers restlessly adjusting her blue wrist brace while Tyler played with a wooden truck on the rug nearby.

“We found the files, Sarah,” Mike said, pulling out a chair and sitting down slowly.

Shark spread the copies of the three loan applications across the pine table.

“Did you sign these?” Shark asked, his formal continue reading …