Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

in the back room, surrounded by green metal filing cabinets.

She was twirling her yellow pencil between her knuckles, her eyes bright as she looked over the neat rows of files.

“Once these deeds are filed tomorrow, Frank Miller cannot touch the property,” Diana said.

She pulled a heavy, leather-bound bank ledger from nineteen ninety-four off the bottom continue reading …