Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

of the black sedan, and shoved it inside.

“Lead, this is Greyhound,” the radio on the dash hummed. “We have a second car coming down the alley.”

“Describe it,” Mike said, holding the microphone close to his mouth.

“Light blue sedan, local plates,” Shark said. “It is Donald’s brother.”

Mike watched the street. The light blue car pulled up behind Donald’s continue reading …