"Mornin', stranger." The aproned woman behind the counter greeted with a warm smile. "Good morning," replied the tall man, pulling off his hat and scanning the display of fresh pastries. "Is Sadie around?" "Sure is. You a friend of hers?" The baker's eyes twinkled with curiosity. "More like an old acquaintance." He glanced around the quaint bakery, taking in the tantalizing aroma of bread and sugar. "We go way back." The baker nodded knowingly. "Ah, I see. She's in the back, but let me get her for you." As the woman disappeared through the swinging doors, the man leaned against the counter, his gaze settling on a tray of perfectly frosted cupcakes. Moments later, the doors swung open again, and a plump brunette emerged, wiping her hands on her flour-dusted apron. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the man. "Well, I'll be..." she breathed. "If it isn't Detective Thompson. What brings you to our little town?" The detective's mouth twisted into a wry smile. "I'm afraid it's not just a social call, Sadie." He pulled a photograph from his pocket and slid it across the counter towards her. "I'm here about a murder." Sadie's face paled as she looked down at the photo. "Oh my goodness... Who...who is it?" "That," replied Detective Thompson, his voice grave, "is the question I'm hoping you can help me answer."