Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

the top of the yellow pad in neat, block letters.

“The law has a long memory if you know where to dig,” Shark said.

“Will she let us in?” Mike asked.

“Eleven o’clock,” Shark said. “But we only get ten minutes before the supervisor comes back from her break.”

Mike looked at the yellow paper, wondering what kind of paper trail a man like Donald left behind.continue reading …