Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

” Shark said, checking his yellow legal pad.

Sarah wiped her face with the back of her hand, leaving a faint streak of beige makeup on her wrist.

“I want to go with you,” she said.

They walked out into the cold wind off Lake Mitchell, which smelled of damp pine and wet asphalt.

The sky was a heavy, uniform gray, the kind of clouds that promised a long,continue reading …