The early morning light filtered through the flour-dusted windows of Maple Street Bakery as Sarah pulled a tray of cinnamon rolls from the oven. The bell above the door chimed, and her regular customer shuffled in, looking more disheveled than usual. "You're here early today. The usual apple fritter?" "Actually, I need to ask you something. You saw everything from your window yesterday, didn't you?" "What do you mean?" Sarah set down her oven mitts, suddenly wary. "The argument between Mayor Hendricks and that new developer. Right there on the sidewalk, around closing time." "I might have noticed some raised voices..." Sarah began arranging pastries in the display case, avoiding eye contact. "Come on, Sarah. Half the town knows you keep better tabs on Main Street than the police chief. What did you hear?" "I heard enough to know that development project isn't as settled as everyone thinks." "Settled enough that someone might have wanted to keep the mayor quiet permanently?" Sarah's hands stilled over the croissants. "That's a serious accusation." "And yesterday was a serious argument. What exactly did Hendricks say?"