Seven Crumpled Dollar Bills on a Pine Table in Michigan

her eyes wide as she gripped the back of the wooden chair with her braced hand.

“He knows where I am before I even get there,” she whispered.

“He has my keys,” Sarah whispered, her eyes darting back to Tyler. “He took them off the counter before we left.”

Mike did not answer her. He looked past her shoulder to the gravel outside, then stood up. The four continue reading …