Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

of tobacco. He did not look up when Mike sat down opposite him in the booth.

“You look like you haven’t slept since Tuesday,” the detective said, sliding a white mug toward Mike.

“I have slept enough,” Mike said, keeping his hands flat on the laminate table. “Is the warrant signed?”

The detective took a slow sip of his coffee. “The prosecutor put his continue reading …