Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

When he returned, he laid the title on the desk and picked up the heavy black pen.

He signed his name on the line near the gold seal, his hand steady.

“We will hold the title in the vault,” Terry said, stamping the agreement with red ink.

“Just give me the keys,” Mike said.

The clubhouse kitchen was quiet when Mike returned at five in the afternoon. Sarah continue reading …