The bell above the door tinkled as a gust of autumn air swept into Sweetie Pie's Bakery. The aroma of cinnamon and freshly baked bread filled the cozy space. "Morning, Marge! The usual?" "Not today, Betsy. I'm afraid I've got some disturbing news." "Oh? Do tell." "Well, you know old Mr. Finch? They found him face-down in his prize-winning zucchini patch this morning." "Good heavens! Is he...?" "As dead as last week's donuts, I'm afraid." "That's terrible! What happened?" "Nobody knows for sure, but Sheriff Thompson's calling it suspicious." "Suspicious? You don't think..." "Murder? In our little town? It seems hard to believe, doesn't it?" "But Mr. Finch was so well-liked. Who would want to hurt him?" "That's the million-dollar question. Say, you don't still have those security cameras out back, do you?" "Why, yes. We installed them after that graffiti incident last spring. Why do you ask?" "Well, Mr. Finch's garden backs up to your alley. I was thinking maybe..." "Oh! You're right! I'll check the footage right away. Here's your coffee - on the house today." "Thanks, Betsy. Let's hope we can shed some light on this mystery."