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The brass bell above the door chimed, cutting through the heavy scent of toasted almonds and vanilla. Flour dusted the wooden counter like fresh snow. "Half a dozen sourdough, same as always. He wasn't in his shop when I walked by this morning." "That’s three days in a row. Milton never misses his morning loaf. Not since 1982." "His curtains are drawn tight, too. Do you think he finally took that fishing trip to the lake?" "Milton doesn't fish. He just likes the hat. Pass me that rolling pin, will you?" "Here. But what if something happened to him? He looked terribly pale at the council meeting on Tuesday." "He looked pale because Agnes sat next to him and spent two hours detailing her gallbladder surgery. You know how he is with blood." "Still, it isn't like him. And did you notice that black sedan parked across the street? It’s been there since dawn." "A black sedan? In Willow Creek? Everyone here drives a truck or a beat-up station wagon. Let me see." "It's gone now. Pulled away right as you turned around."