The scent of fresh cinnamon rolls wafted through Sweet Delights Bakery as raindrops tapped against the front window. Behind the glass display case, rows of pastries sparkled with sugar and possibility. "Did you hear about old Mrs. Henderson's cat?" "The one that's always sitting in her front window? What about it?" "Found dead this morning. Right next to the prize-winning roses she was planning to enter in next week's garden show." "Oh my goodness. Natural causes?" "That's the thing. There were bits of pastry all around. Looked like one of those cream puffs from here, actually." "But we haven't made cream puffs in over a week." "Exactly. And everyone knows Mrs. Henderson never buys sweets. Says they're not good for her blood pressure." The copper bell above the door chimed as a gust of wind swept through the shop, rustling the paper doilies on the counter. "Someone must have tossed it over her fence." "Question is, who would want to harm a harmless old cat?" "Maybe the target wasn't the cat at all. Maybe someone's trying to send Mrs. Henderson a message." The rain grew heavier, drumming against the window like impatient fingers.