Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

slips were authorized, Evelyn,” he said, looking at me with a quiet concern. “But there are no invoices attached to them. The money simply left the bank.”

I looked back down at the blank line, thinking of the crumpled note still hidden in my coat. “She will sign it, Arthur. She knows we need the money.”

“I hope so, Evelyn,” he said, sliding the heavy continue reading …