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The brass bell above the door chimed, instantly drowned out by the heavy scent of toasted almond and cinnamon. A dusting of flour drifted across the glass display case. "Are these the lemon tarts with the blueberry glaze?" "Fresh out of the oven ten minutes ago. I saved a full tray." "Mayor Higgins was supposed to bring three dozen of these to the garden club yesterday. He never showed." "Strange. He was in here at dawn, acting jittery. Took his box and left in a terrible hurry." "Jittery? That’s not like him. He usually stays to chat about his prize-winning rhododendrons." "He practically knocked over the sifter. Mumbled something about finding the truth at the old mill." "The old mill? That place has been condemned since the flood. Why would he go there?" "No idea. But he didn't take his usual black coffee. Asked for a thermos of chamomile instead. Said his nerves were completely shot." "You don't suppose someone threatened him?" "All I know is pastries. But if I were you, I’d ask the deputy why the sheriff's cruiser was parked out by the mill before sunrise." "I thought you only baked bread." "I bake bread, and I keep my eyes open. Will there be anything else?"