Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

the vibration making a loud scratching sound against the wood.

Clara froze, her hand hovering over the glass as she stared at the glowing screen.

She picked up the phone, her fingers covering the display as she pressed it to her ear.

“I told you not to call me here,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a harsh whisper.

She listened for a moment, her face continue reading …