Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

a shadow moved behind the thin lace curtain of the living room window. A dog barked three streets over, the sound muffled by the thick Michigan pines that lined the residential road.

Mike took a slow breath, tasting the stale air of the cab. He had to stay awake, even though his eyes felt like they were full of lake sand. He picked up his metal thermos,continue reading …