Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

night.”

“We are closed, Frank,” I said, keeping my hands flat on the counter.

“This will only take a moment,” Frank said, stepping closer and unzipping his portfolio with a slow, deliberate motion. “I have a formal delivery for you.”

He pulled out a thick envelope made of heavy white paper and set it on the counter between us. The return continue reading …