Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the woodchips. “He wants me to think the police will not believe me.”

“We are here, Sarah,” Mike said. “The boys from the club are not going anywhere.”

“He does not care about that anymore,” she whispered, pulling the collar of her jacket higher. “He looked different this morning, Mike.”

A dry twig snapped on the gravel path behind them.continue reading …