Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

band with his thumb, the metal cool against his skin. “I saw them when he pulled his shirt down.”

Shark leaned forward, resting his thick forearms on the pine table. “Did you look at the mother’s wrist when she was reaching for the kid’s sleeve?”

“She had a blue brace on,” Mike said.

“Under the brace,” Shark said, his voice dropping continue reading …