Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

holding cell.”

Sarah looked down at her hands, where the blue wrist brace was still strapped tight over her skin.

She did not speak immediately, her fingers tracing the velcro strap.

“Is it really over?” she asked, her voice barely louder than the hum of the radiators.

Shark did not answer, his fingers moving slow as he slid his glasses continue reading …