The bell over the door jingled as a chilly breeze swept through Sweet Crumbs Bakery. Morning sunlight illuminated the display case of pastries, their sugar toppings sparkling like tiny diamonds. "Did you hear about what happened at the old Wilkinson place last night?" "Heavens, who hasn't? Blue lights flashing all the way down Maple Street at midnight isn't exactly subtle in this town." "They're saying it wasn't just a break-in. Mrs. Hodges swears she saw someone being taken away in an ambulance." "Mrs. Hodges also claims her cat can predict lottery numbers. I wouldn't put much stock in what she says." The coffee machine hissed as steam rose from a freshly poured cup. A raspberry danish disappeared from the display case, leaving a smudge on the glass. "Still, Chief Bennett was there himself. He doesn't come out for just anything these days." "True enough. And Marjorie at the dispatch office told me they've called in that detective from the city again." "The one who solved the library fundraiser theft?" "The very same. Heavy stuff for a Tuesday, if you ask me." "Well, whatever happened, they'd better solve it before the Autumn Festival this weekend. Nothing ruins a good pie contest like a murder investigation."