Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

” Arthur said, his voice flat with professional precision. “For forty thousand dollars, secured by the bakery building itself.”

My hand went to my waist, smoothing my linen apron over my skirt, though I had changed into my wool coat before we left. The fabric of my pockets felt heavy and empty.

“Who is the holder of the note?” I asked.continue reading …