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The scent of vanilla and fresh bread wafted through the small town bakery as morning light shone on the golden muffins and pies in the display case. The cash register dinged softly from the counter. The baker wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "I can't stop thinking about what happened to Mrs. Hargrove. It all feels so suspicious." "These things rarely are simple in a place this small. What did the police say when they stopped by?" "They asked about any special orders or complaints. Nothing out of the ordinary from our end, but you know how rumors fly." "Especially with that old rivalry between the book club members. Someone might have wanted to settle a score." "We'll have to be careful what we say around here for a while. The last thing we need is the bakery mixed up in it." She reached for a fresh tray of cookies from the oven in the back room. "Pass me that order pad, would you? I've got three dozen to pack for the garden club luncheon, but maybe that's not the best idea right now." "You're right. Change it to doughnuts instead. People are nervous enough without the peanut butter ones."