Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

inside the grey plastic container.

“What is this?” Diana asked, pulling out a crumpled sheet of white paper that had been tucked beneath an empty butter wrapper.

She smoothed the paper against the edge of the stainless steel table.

It was a typed note, short and lacking any signature, printed on cheap copy paper.

“It says she has until continue reading …