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The bell above the door chimed as the last croissant disappeared from the display case. "You heard about Gerald, I suppose." "Who hasn't? Found face-down in his own garden at half past seven. Margaret from the post office told me herself." The smell of warm cinnamon hung in the air as flour-dusted hands arranged a fresh tray of scones behind the glass. "They're saying it wasn't natural causes." "They're always saying that. Remember when old Douglas collapsed at the church fête? Everyone had him poisoned within the hour. Turned out to be his heart." "This is different. Someone moved his rosebushes." A pause. The coffee machine gurgled and hissed. "His rosebushes." "Every last one. Dug up and replanted along the back fence. Now why would a dead man do that?" A paper bag was folded shut with a crisp snap. "Maybe he did it before he died." "Gerald hated those roses. Said they belonged to his first wife and he'd sooner burn them." Two ceramic mugs settled onto the counter with a soft click. "Well then." A long sip. "I suppose someone wanted something underneath them." "That's exactly what I was thinking."