Chapter 2With a full stomach and a parting word to Margaret, Daniel returned happily to his bakery, but his face dropped when he saw who was waiting for him outside. Daniel did his best to plaster on a smile he didn’t feel.
“Hello, Mr. Prickson. How may I help you?”
Simon Prickson had worked at the Milford Community Bank for most of his adult life. He was stout, blond, and generally described as an icky person. Men like Daniel and Adrian were bachelors by choice; Simon Prickson was not.
“Danny,” he said with an oily smile. “What a pleasure. I’m here to discuss your monthly payment.”
Daniel felt a pit form in his stomach. His uncle had taken out a loan on the bakery a few months before his death. Simon Prickson’s first appearance, and the outstanding sum his uncle owed, had come as a gr
