The bell above the door chimed as morning light streamed through the flour-dusted windows. The scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh coffee filled the small space. "I heard about Edgar. Terrible business." "Mmm. Found him right behind the library, they say. Alice Sherman discovered him on her morning walk." "Poor Alice. Though I suppose she does take that same route every day at six sharp. Was bound to be her that found him." "You don't sound surprised." "Should I be? Edgar made more enemies than my sourdough makes friends. Speaking of which, I'll take two loaves today." "Having company?" "My sister's coming to help with the shop. From the city." "Another outsider. Just what Willowbrook needs." "She's hardly an outsider. Grew up here, same as us." "Twenty years away changes people. That's what Edgar always said." "Edgar said a lot of things. Got him into trouble more often than not." "That why you two had that argument last week? The whole street heard you shouting." "We were discussing the farmer's market placement. Nothing more." "Of course. Two loaves, then. That'll be eight-fifty." "Here's ten. Keep the change. I'm sure you'll need it for the funeral flowers."