The bell over the bakery door jingled, sending a sweet waft of cinnamon through the air. “Morning! Don’t suppose you’ve saved the last blueberry scone for me?” “I might have, but that depends—are you here to gossip or actually buy something?” “Can't a girl do both? Especially on a rainy Thursday. It’s practically doctor’s orders.” “Well, in that case, it’s under the counter, next to the lemon bars. I hid it from Mrs. Tully—she’s on the prowl again.” “She always knows where to look. Last week she eyed my croissant like it was a winning lottery ticket.” “You should see her with the muffins. I swear she counts them from the window before we open.” “Speaking of counting, did you hear about the missing judging forms at the pie contest?” “I heard there was chaos. Someone claimed their rhubarb was sabotaged.” “Mabel swears it was an inside job. And I saw Eddie sneaking around the kitchen with berry stains on his collar.” “Eddie can barely toast bread, let alone pull off sabotage.” “That’s what makes him so suspicious.” “Or maybe we just need another round of scones and a fresh pot of tea to get to the bottom of it.”