Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

Columbus.”

“The Columbus address belongs to Richard’s lawyer,” I said, setting my purse on the table.

Diana stopped twirling her pencil and let it drop onto her yellow notepad. Her face was pale in the dim light of the diner booth.

“She wasn’t trying to steal from the bakery, Aunt Evelyn,” Diana said. “She was trying to buy the note back from him before continue reading …