Three Sisters Divided Over a Limestone Bakery Built in Nineteen Sixty-Eight

He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a second folder, much thicker than the first.

“But we need to prove why you are objecting,” he said. “We need the bank board to see that Clara has been operating in bad faith.”

“The missing money,” I said.

“Exactly,” Arthur said, checking his pocket watch. “Meet me at the library at one. I continue reading …