Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the gray waters of Lake Mitchell looked cold and flat under the late autumn sky. Shark sat behind his metal desk, his wire-rimmed glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He laid a fresh yellow legal pad on the desk and smoothed the top page with his palm.

“We cannot use the front door on this one, Mike,” Shark said.

Mike rubbed his thick silver wedding continue reading …