Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

booming voice filling the quiet room. “Evelyn Vance. To what do I owe the pleasure? I hope you brought some of those cinnamon rolls.”

“I saw you at the diner with my sister,” I said, remaining standing near the leather armchairs rather than sitting.

Frank tapped his leather portfolio on the corner of his desk, the brass clasp clicking continue reading …