Forty Thousand Dollars and the Deed to Maple Avenue Bakery

be careful,” I said. “If Clara suspects we are looking into Richard, she will stop talking to us completely.”

“Let her try,” Diana said.

By seven o’clock that evening, the bakery was locked, and the kitchen in my small cottage was filled with the warm scent of simmering vegetable soup.

Clara was standing at the counter, her silver watch catching the yellow continue reading …