Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

touch them.

The first sheet was a printed spreadsheet containing a detailed list of dates, times, and physical addresses.

“That is last Tuesday,” Sarah whispered, squinting at the page. “And Friday when I went to the pharmacy.”

Mike stared at the precise logs of her daily movements, his brow furrowing as he noticed something else.

Beside every physical continue reading …