Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

Miller said, closing the file.

He picked up a red folder from the side of his desk and slid the forgery documents inside.

By eight o’clock the next morning, Mike was standing in the gravel driveway of the north side apartment with a thermos of coffee in his hand. The cold wind off Lake Mitchell carried the sharp scent of damp pine, but the air closer continue reading …