Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

in the dim alley light. “We need to look at her personal ledger. The one she keeps in her private locker in the back room.”

“I cannot do that, Diana,” I said, my hand tightening on the door frame. “She is my sister.”

“She is keeping secrets that could cost us the bakery,” Diana said, her quick, energetic voice dropping to a whisper. “Let me help you continue reading …