The bell above the door chimed, announcing a rush of cool air that battled the warmth of the ovens. Cinnamon and yeast hung heavy in the shop, a comforting blanket against the morning chill. "I’ll take a half-dozen of those ginger snaps, and a coffee, black." "Rough morning?" "You could say that. I saw the flashing lights down by the pier." "Ah. The fishing trawler incident?" "Not exactly. The trawler was just the beginning. By the time the sheriff arrived, the catch wasn’t fish, but a very muddy, very expensive statue." "The missing gargoyle from the library roof?" "The very same. And the strangest part?" "What?" "It was wearing Mrs. Higgins’ pearl necklace." "Well, that certainly explains why she was screaming at the seagulls yesterday." "I suspect she was trying to set up an alibi. Wrap the cookies, will you? I need to get to the station before she realizes I took a photo."