It was the carbon copy of last year’s cashier’s check.

The blue ink showed forty thousand dollars exactly, paid to the order of Mark Stevens.

I stared at the numbers.

Seven Januarys meant two hundred and eighty thousand dollars had left this store.

That was enough to buy a house in Oak Creek outright.

“I’ll pick Emma up at one o’clock,” I said.

“We’re going to the park.”

Eleanor smiled and went back to sorting the coins.