Rachel stabbed another bite of grilled potato salad. “I dug through all the bank statements and managed to recreate a timeline going back several years. It seems to more or less match up with what was laid out in Lonnie’s letter, but it’s not really evidence of anything other than the longevity of their arrangement.”
Around the picnic table, the faces of the rest of the Bad Boy Bakers and their wives showed varying levels of disappointment. They’d gathered for burgers and a brainstorming session after the revelations from Lonnie’s safe deposit box letter yesterday. She’d hoped she’d have more to share, but she couldn’t pull evidence out of thin air, no matter how much she wanted to, for Jonah’s sake.
On the other side of the table, Maddie squirmed in her seat. “May I go play?”
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