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The bell above the door of The Rolling Pin jingled, ushering in the crisp morning air. Inside, warmth and the scent of cinnamon sugar wrapped around the new arrival like a blanket. “The usual, please. And a dash of gossip, if you have any fresh.” “The usual I can do. The gossip… well, that depends. You hear about the commotion at the historical society last night?” “Only that the police were there. Mrs. Finch’s prized Victorian teapot gone?” “Not gone. Moved. Placed right in the middle of the floor, with a single scone from this very shop sitting beside it.” “A scone? That’s odd. Who has a key?” “That’s the question, isn’t it? The scone was my lemon-rosemary. A batch I only made for the book club meeting yesterday afternoon.” “So the thief was at the meeting… or someone who received one of your scones.” “Precisely. And between you and me, Elsie Mayfair took three home. Said they were for her nephew. But I saw that nephew driving out of town yesterday at noon.”