The bell above the door jangled as we entered the Sweet Treat Bakery, the warm scent of cinnamon and sugar enveloping us. Inside, rows of glass display cases held an array of colorful cupcakes, flaky pastries, and gooey cinnamon rolls. "Wow, look at that spread!" "I know, it's enough to make you gain five pounds just by looking at it." We made our way to the counter, where a friendly woman with a flour-dusted apron greeted us. "What can I get for you today, ladies?" "Just coffee and a few donuts for now. We're here to discuss some business." "Coming right up. Grab a table and I'll bring it over." We chose a small table by the window and settled in. Moments later, the woman returned with a tray bearing two steaming mugs and a plate piled with donuts. "So," I said, taking a sip of the rich coffee, "what do you know about the victim?" "Not much. Moved here a few months ago from the city. Kept to himself, but always polite." "Any idea who might want him dead?" The woman leaned in, lowering her voice. "Well... there was one incident last week. I heard he got into a shouting match with Old Man Jenkins at the market." "Over what?" "Don't know, but I heard it was pretty heated. Maybe I should have reported it to the sheriff, but I didn't think much of it at the time." "I'll make sure to let him know. Thanks for the tip." "You're welcome, but keep my name out of it. I don't want any trouble." "Of course. And those donuts smell amazing, by the way." "Help yourself!" With a wink, the woman bustled away to serve another customer. I popped a donut in my mouth, savoring the sweet glaze. "Looks like our first lead. What do you think our next step should be?"