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The scent of powdered sugar and burnt butter hung heavy in the air, masking the metallic tang of the morning rain. A brass bell chimed as the shop door swung shut, trapping a gust of damp wind behind the glass display case. "Don't even look at the bear claws. They’re spoken for." "I wasn’t looking at the bear claws. I was looking at the crumbs on your apron." "It’s cinnamon. From the batch that just came out of the oven. Help yourself to a napkin." "I didn't come here for breakfast, and you know it. The sheriff was asking questions at the post office about the delivery van." "Let him ask. The motor has been stalling for weeks. It’s barely fit for a joyride." "People have been saying it was parked outside the library at three in the morning." "People say a lot of things when the coffee is weak and the town is small. Take your muffin and go. You’re scaring away the regulars." "The regulars are already upstairs, holding their breath. Just tell me you didn't leave the keys in the ignition." "I never leave them in the ignition. I leave them under the loose floorboard in the pantry."