Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

oak desk. He took off his wire-rimmed glasses and wiped them with a small blue cloth, his movements slow and precise, before settling them back on his nose.

“The redemption paperwork is drafted, Evelyn,” Arthur said, his voice formal and precise as always. “I spent the morning speaking with the county clerk.”

“Is it legal?” I asked, sitting in the leather continue reading …