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The cinnamon rolls were still warm, the glass display case fogged at the edges, when the bell above the door chimed. "I need to talk to you about Harold Meeks." "You found him too?" "Behind the library, right by the garden shed. Looked peaceful, almost. Except for the trowel." "That's a terrible place to leave a body. Doris Spangler weeds those begonias every Tuesday." "Doris is going to have a fit." "Doris is going to have questions. She already cornered me at the post office this morning, asking if I'd noticed anything unusual at the council meeting last night." "What did you say?" "What could I say? I said Harold left early, same as always. Same as he's done every Thursday for eleven years." "Did he seem different to you? At all?" "He asked for the almond scone instead of his usual blueberry. I thought maybe he was trying something new." "A man changes his scone order, the next day he turns up dead behind the begonias. That's not nothing." "I'm aware." "Here. Take these. You look like you haven't eaten since yesterday." "I haven't."