The bell above the door jingled, and a draft of cool autumn air swept through the bakery, rustling the delicate paper doilies beneath the display of freshly baked apple turnovers. "I saw them arguing behind the hardware store yesterday afternoon." "Are you absolutely certain?" "Clear as day. Richard was red-faced, waving his hands, and Howard looked like he was about to punch him." A china cup clinked against a saucer. The rich aroma of cinnamon and fresh-brewed coffee hung in the air. "But why would Richard want to harm Howard? They've been business partners for years." "Money. Always money. The insurance policy on their shop is worth nearly half a million dollars." A pastry knife scraped softly against a plate. Crumbs scattered. "That's a serious accusation." "I'm just telling you what I saw. And remember, people don't always look like their true selves." The sound of a spoon stirring sugar into coffee created a gentle, rhythmic background. "We should tell Sheriff Peterson. He needs to know." "Not yet. First, I want to be absolutely sure." Another chime of the bell, and footsteps faded into the street outside, leaving behind only the lingering scent of secrets and freshly baked bread.