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The bell above the door chimed, and the smell of cinnamon and butter hung thick as fog. "You're here early." "Couldn't sleep. Kept thinking about the Henderson house." "You too? I keep running it through my mind. Who found him again?" "Margaret Ellis. She went over to return that casserole dish." "Of course she did. That woman hasn't forgiven a borrowed dish since 1987." A pastry bag squeaked against a baking sheet. Flour dusted the counter like snow. "Here's what I can't figure. The back door was locked from the inside." "So whoever did it went out the front." "In broad daylight. In this town. Someone had to see something." "That's assuming it wasn't someone already inside the house." A pause. The oven timer clicked off with a sharp ding. "You think it was someone he knew." "I think people in this town have been keeping secrets since before either of us was born. Hand me that tray?" "Cream or glaze?" "Both. It's going to be a long day."