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The bell above the door jingled as Margaret swept in, trailing the scent of rain and roses. "You'll never guess what I found behind Eleanor's prize petunias this morning." "Knowing you, a body." "Don't be ghoulish. A teacup. Bone china, gold rim, chip on the handle shaped like a crescent moon." "That's Vivian's. She's been looking for it since the garden club luncheon." "Precisely what I thought. Only Vivian hasn't set foot in Eleanor's yard in fifteen years, not since the incident with the dahlias." "Perhaps the wind carried it." "A teacup? Through three streets and over a fence?" "Stranger things have happened in this town. Cinnamon bun? Fresh out." "Please. And one for Henry, he's sulking in the car." "Henry always sulks. It's his natural state." "He claims the cup was stolen. Says he saw someone in Eleanor's yard Tuesday night." "Did he now. And he's only mentioning this today?" "You know Henry. Doesn't like to get involved." "Yet here we are, getting involved." "Two buns, then. Maybe three. I have a feeling we'll be talking a while." "I'll put the kettle on. Proper cups only, mind you. No crescent moons."