Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the keyboard. “Name on the property tag?”

“Tyler Mallory,” Shark said, stepping up next to Mike and placing his yellow legal pad on the wooden counter.

The deputy stood up, her keys jingling as she walked toward the heavy steel door at the back of the office.

“It took three days to get the impound log cleared,” Shark muttered, taking a black pen from continue reading …