Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

you at noon,” Shark said, checking his watch. “At the corner place by the tracks.”

Mike picked up his denim jacket from the back of a chair. “Keep an eye on the street while I am gone.”

“I have two guys on the north corner right now,” Shark said. “Donald is not going anywhere without us knowing.”

Mike walked out to his truck, the cold wind off Lake Mitchell continue reading …