Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

cold. “I will find another way to handle the money. We do not need Arthur Pendelton sticking his nose into our family business.”

“And the missing forty thousand?” I asked. “Are you going to find that too?”

Clara froze for a fraction of a second, her hand resting on the edge of the desk. “I told you I am handling the books, Evelyn. You run the counter.continue reading …