"Fresh out of the oven, just like you asked. The cinnamon rolls won't last past nine, not with the church crowd coming in. I saved the biggest one for you, though I probably shouldn't encourage your sweet tooth." "You're a lifesaver. I haven't slept since the Henderson place got broken into. Can you believe it? Right on Maple Street, in broad daylight." "Small towns aren't immune to trouble, unfortunately. Cream or sugar? The hazelnut is fresh too." "Both, please. Mrs. Patterson swears she saw a strange car behind the library at midnight. Silver sedan, out-of-state plates. She wrote down the number on a napkin." "Mrs. Patterson also claims her cat predicts the weather. Did you try the new lemon bars? They're tart this week." "Don't change the subject. The sheriff thinks it's connected to the missing garden gnomes. And that pecan pie that vanished from Mrs. Halloway's windowsill yesterday." "Pie walks off by itself in this July heat. You know how it is." "Not when the kitchen window is locked from the inside. Someone took it. Someone with a key." "Or someone who knows exactly where she hides the spare under the geranium pot. More coffee?" "Stop being cryptic. You know something about that car." "I know the rolls are getting cold and the butter is melting. Take two, and let the sheriff do his job."