The bell on the bakery door jingled as Marsha entered. A sweet aroma wafted through the air. Sally, the owner, glanced up from the register and waved. "Morning Marsha! What can I get for you today? Same as always?" Marsha stepped up to the pastry case. "I thought I'd mix it up. How about a bear claw instead of the usual cinnamon roll?" "Good choice! The apple bear claws are especially good this time of year." Marsha nodded, eyes drifting to the back of the shop. "Oh, before I forget - have you heard the news?" Sally furrowed her brow. "Haven't had a chance to catch up on the local gossip today. What's going on?" "It's Ida Benson. I heard she was murdered last night in her garden. They found her body early this morning." "Goodness! That's terrible. Oh no, our Ida?" "There's some confusion about that. Apparently, her husband is missing. This whole town is abuzz with rumors already." Sally was silent for a moment, hands still on the counter. "That is horrible. Give me a minute to process this." She tapped her chin. "In the meantime, you want that bear claw now or later?"