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“The smell of yeast and cinnamon always hits you first, doesn't it?” “It beats the smell of old police reports. Did the Sheriff come by for his usual cruller?” “He did. Left without even a 'thank you,' which is unlike him. He was staring at the floor the whole time.” “Probably thinking about the Miller place. You heard the news, surely?” “I’ve been up since four. I haven't heard anything but the hum of the ovens.” “Vandals. Or so they’re calling them. But vandals don’t usually use a key.” “A key? The house has been boarded up since the funeral.” “Exactly. And yet, the back door was wide open this morning. No forced entry, no smashed windows.” “Maybe a draft?” “A draft doesn’t leave behind a vintage fountain pen on the kitchen island. One of those heavy, gold-nibbed things.” “Like the one the historical society president is always clicking?” “The very same. Only, he claims he lost his at the library last Tuesday.” “The library is three miles from the Miller estate.” “My point exactly. I’ll take that scone to go. I think I’ve got some sleuthing to do before lunch.” “Just don't get flour on the evidence.”