Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

” Harold said, his voice dropping to a low whisper as three lawyers walked past us toward the stairs.

“What did you find?” I asked, my fingers tightening around the strap of my purse.

“I ran Clara’s name through the recent civil filings first, thinking it might be a hidden credit card debt,” Harold said.

He handed me the blue paper, which was covered continue reading …