Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

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The walk to Arthur’s office was quiet, the autumn wind rustling the dry maple leaves along the sidewalk. I parked my used blue Buick in the small gravel lot behind Oakhaven Savings, the engine giving its familiar high-pitched whistle as it died.

Arthur was waiting in his office, three thick manila folders lined up on his polished continue reading …