“And here’s your change. Thanks for choosing Bad Boy Bakers.” Rachel handed over the bakery bag to the latest customer, automatically glancing at the pass-through when she heard the kitchen door open.
Jonah strode inside.
She tagged off with Holt and went to greet him. “Well? What did he say?”
“He’ll look into it. This one wasn’t on the list of accounts he dealt with as executor, so he’s going to find out whether there is an account, and get copies of the transactions for the year prior to Lonnie’s death if there is. It all means more waiting.” Everything in his posture was restless.
“I know you hate the waiting, but it’s a positive step.” Knowing he needed to do something productive, with visible results, she nodded to the rack of proofing baskets. “Meanwhile, the sourdough is about d
