The bell above the door jingled as the customer entered the sugary-sweet bakery. A blast of warm air wafted out, carrying the heady aroma of just baked goods. "Well, well, well, look who it is! If it isn't dear Charlotte, my very favorite customer." "Oh hello Ella. Thanks for the warm welcome. I had a hankering for one of your delectable pecan sticky buns this morning." "Well, you're in luck my dear. I've got a fresh batch in the display case, hot out of the oven. Let me grab one for you." "Tempting, but actually, I'm here on official county business. Seems a body turned up by the river. My assistant found a pair of floral leggings at the scene that we believe were a popular purchase here recently." "Leggings? Here? I don't sell clothing! This is a bakery, not a boutique! How dare you accuse me of anything so ghastly?" "Slow down there. Just asking a few questions is all. Now, remember a week ago when you had that new line of monogrammed aprons? I got one for Aunt Bea. Who else purchased one? A curly-haired blonde maybe, with a penchant for buttery puff pastry?" "Why...you...wait a minute...Melissa Pringle purchased one last Tuesday. Said it would make her look just smashing!" "Well, well, Melissa Pringle, are we? Thank you, Ella. I'll be sure to give her a little visit next." "Charlotte, wait! You can't possibly think sweet Melissa had anything to do with...with... murder?" Charlotte just smiled as she turned to leave, apron in hand, the bakery bell jingling behind her.