Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

wastebasket by the door.

“We are going to get this boarded up before the wind gets any worse,” Mike said. “Shark is already on his way to the county building.”

Sarah looked at the empty street through the broken pane. “He left a note on the windshield of my car.”

Mike did not answer. He stepped back out onto the gravel and walked to the side of her small continue reading …