Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

said, turning toward the double doors.

“Let us get moving,” Mike said.

They walked out to the parking lot, where Mike’s truck was parked under a dripping pine tree.

He set the blue bicycle carefully in the back, tying it down with an old yellow nylon rope he kept in the tool box.

The wind off the lake caught the dry pine needles, sending continue reading …