Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

and the merchant ID number,” Shark said, his legal clerk training showing in the way he grouped the entries.

“Is there a bank branch nearby that would just hand this over to him?” Mike asked.

“He shouldn’t have access to her personal ledger,” Shark said, shaking his head. “Not without her signature.”

“He knows where I am before I even get there,” Sarah continue reading …