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The bell above the bakery door gave a cheerful jingle as Harriet stepped inside, the scent of warm cinnamon rolls wrapping around her like an old friend. “Marjorie, have you seen the new flyers? Someone’s been tacking them up all over town.” “I saw one this morning, stuck right on the lamppost outside. ‘Justice for Mr. Peabody.’ As if that cranky old cat didn’t live to seventeen on nothing but stolen scones.” Harriet chuckled, sliding onto a stool at the counter. “Seventeen and mean as a hornet. Still, someone poisoned him. That’s not right.” “Poisoned? In Willow Creek? Next you’ll tell me Mrs. Langley’s prize-winning pie was tampered with too.” A warm tray of blueberry muffins slid across the glass case. “Try one before you start accusing half the town. And tell me again why you’re poking around in this at all. You’re retired, Harriet.” “Because Mr. Peabody used to sit on my windowsill every Tuesday, and because nobody else seems to care that a cat was murdered in our sleepy little town.” The baker wiped her hands on her apron, eyes twinkling. “Then I suppose we’d better figure out who hated that cat enough to kill him. Coffee?”