The bell above the door chimed as morning sunlight streamed through the flour-dusted windows. "I'll have my usual, plus one of those new lavender scones." "Coming right up. Though I should warn you, Detective Chen was in earlier asking about them." "About the scones?" "About who's been buying them. Apparently, Judge Morrison had one in his hand when they found him." "Found him? What do you mean found him?" "You haven't heard? They discovered him this morning in the courthouse garden. Stone dead." "Good heavens! But he was just in here yesterday, wasn't he?" "Tuesday afternoon. Bought half a dozen of those very scones for his bridge club." "Did you tell the detective that?" "Of course. She seemed very interested in his receipt." "His receipt?" "He paid with a hundred-dollar bill. I had to write him a note since I couldn't break it. He said he'd come back with smaller bills." "But he never did." "No. And now Martha Henderson's been in twice asking if anyone turned in a wallet. Strange coincidence, don't you think?" "In this town? There's no such thing as coincidence."