Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

taking the blue paper back and sliding it into his coat pocket. “But whatever he has on her, it is enough to make her risk the bakery.”

I thanked Harold, handed him the seventy-five dollars from my wallet, and walked back out into the chilly October afternoon.

The used blue Buick started with its usual loud rumble, the engine heat barely working by continue reading …