Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the front porch of the small house. A small light burned in the hallway upstairs where Tyler was sleeping.

A shadow moved near the side of the garage.

Donald stepped into the driveway, his heavy brass key ring tapping against his palm with a sharp, metallic rhythm. He did not go inside the house.

Instead, Donald walked slowly around the side yard, his continue reading …