Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

cash,” I said, placing my palms flat on the cold marble slab. “Withdrawn in three separate chunks over the last three months, ending just before the autumn rush. Where did it go?”

“We needed a new convection unit for the back line,” she said, her voice dropping into that short, decisive rhythm she used when she wanted an argument to end. “The shipping continue reading …