Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

is all you do,” the detective said.

Mike walked out into the cold midday light, his jaw tight.

The afternoon sun did not bring any warmth, staying low and pale behind a screen of gray clouds. Mike parked his truck three houses down from Donald’s driveway, behind a thick overgrown cedar hedge.

He adjusted his side mirror so he could see the front yard continue reading …