Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

oak table, tapping his leather portfolio with his index finger. He looked too large for the room, his bright blue tie contrasting with the wood paneling that had not been dusted since the mid-seventies.

Arthur Pendelton sat to my left, his fingers resting lightly on the manila folder that held our redemption paperwork. He had his wire-rimmed glasses continue reading …