Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

lifted it onto the metal roof rack of the sedan and began tying it down with a frayed rope.

Mike’s hand moved toward the ignition key.

“Lead, do you see him?” Shark’s voice was tense on the radio. “He is putting the kid’s bike on the roof.”

“I see him,” Mike said.

“If he gets on the bypass, we lose him in the timber traffic,” Shark said.

Mike did not answer.continue reading …