Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

makeup on her cheek.

Mike did not move toward her, knowing some debts had to be paid in quiet.

He watched a sparrow land on the stone ledge outside the frosted window, its feathers puffed against the Cadillac cold.

“The clerk needs us down at the sheriff’s department by two,” Mike said, looking at his watch.

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