Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

knows where I am before I even get there,” Sarah said.

“How does he do that?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, sliding the phone into her purse. “But if I stay here another five minutes, he will show up at the door.”

She stood up quickly, her blue wrist brace brushing against the edge of the table as she left.

By three in the afternoon, the air inside continue reading …