Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

drive-up window,” Arthur said. “Each one was for thirteen thousand three hundred and thirty-three dollars.”

I picked up my fork but did not touch the meringue. “Who signed the slips, Arthur?”

“The signature was Clara’s,” he said.

He pushed his coffee cup aside, his fingers lingering on the ceramic handle.

“She used the old business authorization card we continue reading …