Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

ledger pages of Oakhaven land titles began to slide past, gray and white names blurred together in a dizzying stream.

“Stop there,” I whispered, pointing to a signature near the bottom margin.

Arthur clicked the dial back three notches, the metal gears groaning in the silence of the basement. The image settled into focus, showing a secondary deed of continue reading …