Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

with a sharp click.

“We have enough for now,” Shark said.

The air inside the Cadillac State Bank smelled of cold winter coats and wet wool. Mike sat opposite Terry, the young loan officer who had helped his late wife with her savings account years ago. On the mahogany desk sat the lease agreement for a small two-bedroom apartment on the north side of continue reading …