Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

desk,” I said.

“It was wedged behind the backup battery,” Diana said, holding it out to me. “And there is a stamp on the back from the county courthouse.”

“Are we going to open it?” Diana asked, her pencil still tapping against her palm.

“It is addressed to your aunt,” I said. “We do not open her mail.”

“It is not mail,” Diana said. “There is no stamp continue reading …