Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

his lawyer’s ear, his fingers gripping the edge of the table until his knuckles went white.

“The court will recess for ten minutes while I review these reports,” Judge Vance said, her gavel rising.

Before the wood could strike the block, the heavy door at the back of the courtroom clicked open.

Mike turned his head. Detective Miller walked down the center continue reading …