The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air as the two women stood at the counter, studying the display case. "Oh my, everything looks so delicious! I think I'll have one of those cinnamon rolls." "Good choice, they're my favorite. Did you hear about poor Mr. Johnson? Terrible news." "Yes, I heard he was found dead in his office yesterday. Do they know what happened?" "They're saying it was suicide, but I'm not so sure. I saw him just last week and he seemed perfectly fine, even made a joke about planting his garden." "You don't think..." she paused, lowering her voice. "You don't think it was... murder?" "Well, stranger things have happened in this town. Remember when Mrs. Green's cat was found stuffed in her mailbox?" "That was just kids playing a prank, though." "Maybe, but it does make you wonder. I heard Mr. Johnson was having some money troubles lately, and his business partner has been spending an awful lot of time with Mrs. Johnson." "I don't like where this is going. Should we tell someone?" "And say what? We have no proof. For now, we'll just have to keep our eyes and ears open. Now, what else would you like to order?" "I think I'll take a few of those chocolate chip cookies too. You know, for the road."