The bell above the door tinkled, bringing with it the scent of autumn leaves and a gust of chilly air. "Morning! What can I get for you?" "Just a coffee, please. Black as my heart." A chuckle. "Rough morning?" "You could say that. Found Mrs. Periwinkle face down in her prize-winning petunias." The coffee machine whirred to a stop, momentarily drowning out any other sound. "Oh dear. Not again. Should I be worried it's something catching? Spreading through the gardening club, perhaps?" "Let's just say, this time it wasn't slugs that did her in."